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well, the monday morning quarterback is back home. never should have left. don’t know what i was thinking. in that other place, i found myself being careful about what i said…measuring my words and making sure i didn’t say anything offensive or overly critical…being sure i sounded professional and proper. important…but not nearly as much fun.
now, back to my writing recliner and on to some of my thoughts about this past sunday:
first service was a little sparse and a lot sleepy. what’s up with that?
i think we should look into vendors…like the ones at ranger games…for the first service. they could bring donuts and coffee right to the seats.
speaking of donuts, i really wanted one before the services. i was looking everywhere for a donut and there was none to be found. maybe there was nothing wrong with the first service…maybe it was me…feeling the effects of life without a donut.
ok…i had to do it. i had to call him out. there is nobody in the world that takes longer to take off a coat than ralph. nobody.
nobody does “hick” better than our band. not even real hicks…
i am humbled to be speaking about the holy spirit.
it blows me away to think that someone as great and powerful and life-changing as the holy spirit can be at the center of such divisiveness and conflict among his people.
just the mere thought that jesus lives inside me is beyond words.
the reality that god does not reside in a building made by human hands is revolutionary. but we still don’t get it…not nearly enough.
“he knows my name” is one of my all-time favorites…and to be able to sing it as a point of connection to the sermon was powerful.
the greatness of singing old hymns (like “o for a thousand tongues”) to new music is one of the most awesome trends in modern worship. i love the old. i love the new. greatness.
it was a special moment for us to say thank you and good-bye to dick and phyllis. they have been mentors, examples, wise counsel, mature influence, servant hearts and great friends to many, many people at north point through the years. we wish them well.
lunch at golden corral was pure pandemonium. it was nuts. i have never seen that many people there before.
one thing that can be said about north pointers: we eat well together. we don’t need much of an occasion to celebrate by breaking bread together.
i am pumped about the simple service initiative. tired of making announcements about it, tho…
this was a good day. do you agree?
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