Great days... and then there is yesterday
I love Sundays around Osprey. People are excited. God is working. The first service just seems to click. The message connects with people and they are moved by the Holy Spirit to respond.
Bible study classes are not full but they are humming as men, women, boys and girls study the Bible and interact with their teachers.
And then comes the 10:45 AM service... (cue the Jaws Music)...
It's the Christmas holidays and our normal worship leader is gone on a deserved family vacation... Then the substitute cannot leave their bed... Then the video worship we would use disappears... just disappears in a kind of DVD rapture. And in a church that struggles with music, those who are left, the pastor (me) included are musically challenged, so we decide to go ultra-laid back and give time for testimonies. These go amazingly. Testimonies about alcoholics and the self righteous are given because they all find Jesus. More than a few tears are shed as we all relate to God's miraculous work in the lives of people.
I try to lead in a few choruses that are simple... and with me leading them, they are simply awful. Starting too high and reaching notes that starts the neighborhood dogs howling in pain, we struggle through them.
But so far, we're doing okay.
The comes the message that seemed to flow in the 8:30 AM service seems more like oozing at 10:45 AM. It lasts too long. This brings to mind the axiom that "There is not such thing as a bad, short sermon."
We had some guests in the service who had come in late and looked like they would try to leave as soon as everyone closed their eyes in prayer. As I get to the end of the sermon, I am aiming at the invitation and some of the same kinds of results God blessed with in the earlier service.
But what do I see? People weeping over their sin? People praying?
No.
Some guys is in the back row licking his girlfriend's shoulder. I am not lying. They had been rather affectionate before, but nothing I would say anything about. But now he is busy using his tongue the way my cat cleanses herself. It's not just a little licking... It is Gene Simmons and KISS licking.
Somehow I got through the invitation. As always, it is the Lord who gives blessing to his Word when it is preached, because I was far too distracted to remember what I said.
I love pastoring FBC, Osprey. I love preaching God's Word. I hate guys licking their girlfriend's shoulder.
I am so happy we had no service last night.
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