Missing You

I missed you in church today. I was there but you did not see me. I called out to you but you did not hear me. You were rushed when you came in and continued to fret as you took a place in the pew. The music started but it was too loud for your taste. The choir wasn’t loud enough and the songs were either too fast or too slow. The woman in front of you clapped her hands out of sync. The man behind you sang off key. You forced a smile as you shook the hands of those nearby but you did not notice the small hand of the little boy who stood by your side. The sermon was too long and the preacher was too dry. Sniffs from across the aisle annoyed you but what you did not know was that they came from a couple weeping together over the words of hope that you were too distracted to hear. The invitation was given and you studied your watch. Your stomach was growling and all you could think about was lunch. So you did not see the woman in front of you and the man behind you go forward. You wished the boy beside you would be still and stop whispering to his parents. When he was still and quiet you didn’t even realize he and his parents had gone forward too. The couple across the aisle also got up and walked hand in hand toward the altar. They all saw me and heard me but you did not. The service ended and you hurried out the door to your car and on your way. Are you missing me like I am missing you today?