I have gone to a mega church on and off for the past few years. I actually don’t think that mega churches are biblical. I think when you reach a certain stage in church growth you should split off and start a new church.
It wasn’t that the pastor wasn’t good. He was amazing.
It wasn’t that he didn’t use the Bible as his source for preaching. He consistently stuck to the Bible as a foundation for his sermons.
It was that I missed the intimacy that I need from a church. No one knew me. They didn’t care about whether I went or not. I could stay home and watch the sermon from my bedroom and no one would even know I hadn’t attended that Sunday.
So, when my friend, Erin, mentioned the church she was going to, I decided to attend.
I liked it a lot at first. The pastor was Bible based in his preaching. He throws out awesome quotes like candy at a parade. I take notes like crazy because I don’t want to miss one nugget of wisdom.
The pastor’s wife is amazing also. She is so sweet and her eyes sparkle with the joy of the Lord when she sees me.
But I didn’t know if I really wanted to get involved. I mean that would be a whole nother step you know?
But at least I could attend the Vision class. I felt it was always good to know the mission statement of the church and all of that kind of stuff.
So I attended. Lord, I not only attended, I also volunteered. I signed up for the coffee team, the prayer team and the meal chain.
What on earth had happened to me? I had always been fairly good at not getting too involved in things.
Lord almighty, it seemed like I dove in the deep end of the pool with no life jacket.
The first Sunday I was supposed to help set up the coffee table was the same day as the Celebration of Life service for my dear friend who passed away. I figured I could say “No, sorry. I have that afternoon reserved. (Yes, I know church is in the morning)
The problem with that is that my friend who died would have probably shot down from heaven and slapped me across the face with a good dose of reality. Of all my friends she was the one who always was offering to help others. She would be pleased as punch if I was helping my church on the same day I went to honor her.
However, I did show up late and the coffee table was already set up. However, Erin was nice enough to show me the ropes for next time.
Next time came soon. It was yesterday and I got some wonderful instruction as to how to set up the coffee table. We have to set up and take down because we are currently meeting in a warehouse. So I set up, then we had the service and after the service I took it down with some help from others.
As soon as my coffee table put away. I looked around for other things to do. I spotted a little boy who had caught my eye earlier.
His Dad was busy putting the sound equipment away and his mother was working.I was a bit worried that he would get hurt running around. So, I scooped him up and sat on a chair so that he would be out-of-the-way. He was such a little sweetheart. I made sure that we were within eyesight of his Dad so that the little chap wouldn’t be scared.
His Dad thanked me profusely, as I gave the precious child back to him. . My goodness, I felt like thanking the Dad because it is not often that I get to hold such a sweet child in my arms.
As I left church yesterday morning, I left with a grateful heart.
So thankful that I can worship in this great country according to the belief system I have chosen. Grateful that I have found a small, Bible based church. In addition, I have found a joy in serving that I didn’t even know was there.
I have reflected on this church many times since I first attended and it always brings a smile to my lips. I realize that I liked it a lot at first but it is more than that now. I am beginning to love this body of Christ as I believe Christ would yearn for me to.