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there are a whole lotta pastor-blogger dudes who give reviews of the previous sunday. i used to enjoy reading them and that’s what really got me into doing my MMQ. there’s something cathartic and even helpful to spend some time evaluating how things went and gathering the necessary insight and motivation for diving into the next week. it’s a good thing for me.
honestly, though, i’ve grown more than a little weary of reading some (most) of these other guys. every monday review recounts the epic nature of the previous day. explosive attendance. countless conversions. super fantasticaliciously incredible music. the power of god manifested in up-until-now never-before- seen or experienced ways. pretty much a slobberfest that will be predictably exceeded the next sunday. then the next. then the next. you get the picture.
am i cynical? probably. am i skeptical? probably not (at least on this issue). am i bitter? no. am i envious? i suppose on some things. but none of this is really the point.
i guess, for me, i am resting today knowing that yesterday at north point…we showed up…god showed up…people who are not quite “we” showed up…and that is the way it should be.
by way of review, yesterday was a day i will not soon forget:
getting to draw our entire church family into prayer for bill bahls and his family was an honor.
preaching about prayer is one of the most humbling things i ever get to do.
there were fewer people sleeping, talking, and getting up to go to the restroom during my sermon than usual. i count that as a good thing.
john, if you’re reading my blog, you’re lucky i didn’t dive out in the crowd and wring your neck the second time your phone rang!
i really love the concept of the north point bathroom prayer, but there were a lot of people that were asking themselves (and the people sitting next to them), “i hope i don’t ever need prayer when i go to the bathroom…” when i introduced the topic.
i love to sing with our church family.
i know there are probably people who think music is too loud, but i’m not one of them.
i grew up on loud music and it stirs my soul and causes me to praise god unlike any other time in my week. by the way, if you think it’s loud during the service, you should join the band at 8:30 for practice. when no one’s in the room to absorb the sound, the walls pulsate. sweet.
i hope the new people who were with us were treated well, felt included, and not made to feel self-conscious or uncomfortable. i hope they come back.
as usual, people sat, stood, prayed, communed, and sang as they anxiously awaited the end of the service so they could get back to doing the best part of why we gather on sundays: getting back to the business of living life together and spending another week of loving god and loving people.
so here’s my sunday scorecard: it was a good day. a really good day.
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