Notes from a wonderful Wednesday night service
Rather than hit on any particular topic today, I would like to share an experience I just had at my church.
The church that I attend is a fairly large, predominantly white church. We have developed a relationship with another church in our city, a predominantly African-American church.
I’m not sure how the association began, but I am quite sure of the results. And they are fantastic.
Several times a year, our churches get together for worship on Wednesday night. When the service is at our church, they lead the service, music, preaching and all. And when it is their turn to host, our pastor preaches and we lead the music. Yesterday, the members of State Street Baptist came to lead our service, and it was wonderful.
Our churches worship differently, but not dramatically so. We sing the same songs, but with different style. We hear the same preaching, but with different inflection.
And we all worship the same God, the same risen Savior.
The service Wednesday night was wonderful. I get tickled when we have what I call our “meet and greet” part of the service… you know, where we all shake hands and say hello. Well, on Wednesday night there was so much greeting going on, it was hard to get the service back on track!
The pastor, Freddie Brown, gave a great sermon, filled with God’s truth… and a little humor. My favorite part, the part that got me thinking, was when he spoke about Jesus on his mother’s side, versus his Father’s side. Many of us look into our own genealogy, but it was interesting to look at it from the Lord’s perspective.
After the service, many of us stood around and talked. We talked about our faith, we talked about our kids, we talked about sports, whatever. But we talked as one body of Christ.
And that is what I take away from this service. We are all different in how we worship. We are all uniquely and wonderfully made. But we are all bound by the love that our Savior has poured out on us.
We are family, family of the highest order, family of the greatest Father.
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