Last Sunday I went to another Baptist Church, because due to the Pageant our own was not on.
It was formal, warm, friendly, reverent. Christian believers are family. The service was very ‘Baptist’, a couple of hymns, some worship songs, a good sermon, just a piano, flute and three singers. All very familiar to me.
But now what really astonished me was Me! I was missing our exuberant, robust music! The drums, the guitars, the keyboard, everything and everyone who makes such an enthusiastic contribution to our worship. The very ‘noise’ I often felt was an assault on my mind and ears.
Now they say that confession is good for the soul, and I am confessing that this is indeed, how I have felt some mornings. But oh, how I missed the joy, the upstretched arms, way of worship which is now part of C.B.B.C.
Here is no criticism of my visit last Sunday to a different Church. Perhaps all Christians are a bunch of ‘ All sorts’ ! The worship there was for real. What I find so exciting is that at my age God is still teaching and showing me stuff! Surely I know that true worship is only acceptable to Him from a obedient heart?. Surely, surely I know this?
What a Gracious, patient, loving, God!.