“As the hart, about to falter, in its trembling agony, panteth for the brooks of water, so my soul doth pant for Thee. Yea, athirst for Thee I cry; God of life, O when shall I come again to stand before Thee in Thy temple, and adore Thee?” (Psalter 416:1, a rendition of Psalm 42) What an image the sons of Korah give us in the opening verses of Psalm 42. Do we think about going to church in the same way? Do we think of it as a refreshing drink on a hot summer day? Sometimes we come...