During my visit to my father-in-law's pentecostal church last Sunday, I was so distracted by own gawking tourism that I kind of lost the thread of why all these folks were gathered, which is fundatmentally the same reason any believers gather.
When I think about how bizarre the claims of the Apostle's Creed we assert really are, it seems awfully narrow-minded to get all weirded about by another denomination on the basis of their weirdness. I mean, we believe that God was incarnated as a weirdo whose Good News was not for the cool people, but for the weirdos, after all.
The music at the church on Sunday was like Taizé
, repeating a handful of lines over and over. I closed my eyes in the pew and sang along with the endless chants. The improvisational sermon was on Jesus calming the storm in Mark 5 -- "Peace, be still" -- the same passage S. and I have heard preached on in the last three sermons we've heard. We looked at each other in awe.The one we all came for was there no less than he ever is anywhere.
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