Conventional Church: Conventional Oven
My grandparents were down this weekend, so this Sunday morning we were just hanging out with them before church. They were going to visit another church that had sort of split off of ours, and was run by some relatives of ours. In said split, we “lost” about half of our church. I, however, choose not to see it that way. I choose to see it as we are splitting into smaller units so as to be less obvious to the world around us. How can they see us coming if we blend in?
Anyways, we were running a little late to church today, and on our way to my Oma’s (my father’s mother) house, my dad was talking to her on the phone and she sounded as if she did not want to go. So, the rest of my family stayed with her and I was sent to the church to take care of the overhead media projection. As I got here, I discovered that the mourning routine was a mess: We had no drummer, there was no official songlist ready for me, and my dad was not here to help fill in! Even so, I would not have church any other way, because a meticulously practiced and scheduled church leaves no cracks in its routine for God to slip in and do His thing. Indeed, even now as church is just beginning, I can greatly feel His presence just resting over all of us, and I don’t feel the sense of failure or urgency that I would have in the same situation five years ago, when we were twice as large and much more organized. Thank God for freedom!
