I came across this brief story in this original location. It was written by Jonathan Gibson.
I have a little catechism I say with my son Ben on Sunday mornings. It goes like this:
Q. Ben, what day is it?
A. It’s the Lord’s Day.
Q. And what do we do on the Lord’s Day?
A. We eat pancakes!
Q. And where do we go on the Lord’s Day?
A. To church.
Q. And what do we do at church?
A. We worship the Triune God.
Q. And who do we get to worship with?
A. With Leila.
Leila is Ben’s little sister. She was stillborn at full term. One Sunday evening, while we all slept, she went from the silence of her mother’s womb to the sound of thousands upon thousands of angels singing her great Redeemer’s praise. And ever since she’s been singing with them. It’s why I love to go to church each Sunday—I get to be with my daughter for a brief moment:
"But you have come to Mount Zion and to the city of the living God, the heavenly Jerusalem, and to innumerable angels in festal gathering, and to the assembly of the firstborn who are enrolled in heaven, and to God, the judge of all, and to the spirits of the righteous made perfect, and to Jesus, the mediator of a new covenant, and to the sprinkled blood that speaks a better word than the blood of Abel." Hebrews 12:22–24
Once we grasp this connection—between the church militant on earth and the church triumphant in heaven—it changes the significance of our Sundays: what it is we’re about to do, and who it is we’re about to join . . . after we’ve finished our pancakes.
Jonathan Gibson – Author of Reformation Worship