Monday Reflections On Sunday

Funny how our two morning services are so different. I’ve tried to analyze it, change it,
tweak it, even disregard it, and yet the peculiarities are obvious. The first service is
larger in number, ready to worship, are engaged (they even laugh at my dumb jokes)
and seem to “get it” when that moment comes in the service.

Now the second service is much more dialed back, maybe even a bit sullen, a little less
in number, and a little less engaged. And the biggest hurdle…they don’t get my jokes.
What makes the difference? Newer people in the second service? Maybe it’s that the
younger people have been dragged kicking & screaming to church by their parents and
everyone is ticked off by the time they get there? Of course as a preacher, I’m
“evangelastically” speaking…we are known to stretch things to make a point (by the
way, Jesus did the same thing). But don’t get me wrong, I am grateful for every one of
those folks. I’m just wondering if I need to adjust the service at times to fit the
environment.

Are people having a tough time this morning? Are people struggling with their
relationships, even as they enter the doors of our building? Are people still tired from a
Saturday of either working overtime to take care of their families, or maybe played so
hard for so long on Saturday they are worn out? Maybe they are the “hesitant
worshipers” that are touching their toes in the waters once again, carefully, to see if it is
worth a “jump in.”

Or does it even matter? People have come out, given their precious Sunday morning, a
morning at the beach, to gather with other tired, hungry, disillusioned, seeking, excited,
bored, people who have a sneaking suspicion that their Creator has made a grand
gesture so profound that it motivates them to come and see…could it be?

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