When I was at Makerere University 25 years ago, Sunday nights was fellowship time. I can’t remember a single Sunday I stayed back in my dorm room. We gathered at St Francis Chapel – that little church that holds precious memories for me. My sweetheart and I went back there to be married, having met there.

There’s a remnant of my peers from back then that still gather regularly. They live in the Washington DC Metropolitan Area. It was so good to be reminded that some things should never change – even when life throws us on Busy Street. The writer of Hebrews had something to say about not neglecting to meet together. He knew that love and good works need to be stirred up; they do not just occur. The Greek word (the language of the New Testament) for “stir up” is “convulsion.” There’s a forceful impact believers in community have on one another.

And oh! Whenever the topic of discussion was Relationships – that little chapel was crammed to the steeple. And without question, the sisters always lamented how the brothers were “boring.” The boys out there (not within the church’s four walls) were more romantic. Apparently. Ouch! That really hurt. If they still gather, I have my suspicions that the lamenting still goes on.