I am by no means condoning skipping church for weeks and months at a time.
But I will tell you this;
After missing Sunday Morning Service for 7 out of the last 8 weeks, when I finally came back...I realized what I was missing. Nothing spectacular happened, no life-changing sermon and altar call. But I just felt so....good. So wanted. So appreciated. So cared for.
I was a fool to ever think sleep was a better choice than Church.