This is already a bit old being Tuesday already. But there was no internet service out in the bush where I was for the past couple of days.
So, I’ve had time to reflect on what happened Sunday. The experience was a bit unique. It is a good thing that we come together to worship, not to have slick entertainment. And we did worship. In spite of the fact that our speaker did not come and we had to improvise at the very last moment. And that the improvisation was me.
So, I led my first congregational communion service. Without benefit of a Covenant Book of Worship. Thank God that Paul wrote the basics in 1Corinthians! Thank God that we have an abbreviated liturgy, or at least a responsive reading in the back of the hymnal. And thank God that he showed up, we were fed and nourished by his Spirit and by his presence in our midst. We gathered as a body united in Christ, we remembered his death and resurrection and we were fed.
I was glad when they said to me, let us go into the house of the Lord.(Ps 122) I really was. But… I told everyone that they shouldn’t expect to see me in church again till we have a real pastor. (After all, I will be away for the next month and the real McCoy’s should be here by then.)