Sunday morning.
Dress up.
Carry the Bible.
Walk to church.
Participate in singing,
    praying,
    worship.
Challenged by sermon. 
Greet pastor.
Visit with friends.
Return home blessed.

Sounds normal, right?  Except at Shiloh.  Haven't been in church since sometime in January.  That's right...five entire months have slipped away since last joined together with the body of Christ for corporate worship of our Lord and King.  Most Sundays find us serving others at Shiloh.  Not able to be in church.

But today.  Today was a rare and treasured day.