I have a confession to make. You may not think it’s a big deal, but I certainly do. Last Saturday, I donned my best water resistant coat, pulled on my warmest pair of gloves, grabbed my wife’s brightest pink umbrella, and made my way to the Veterans Memorial Boulevard neutral ground to see Rick Springfield perform at this year’s celebration of Family Gras. Some of you may remember this 1980’s music star from his hit song I Wish That I Had Jessie’s Girl (Where Can I Find A Woman Like That). Others might remember him as Dr. Noah Drake from the Soap Opera General Hospital. Most of you, however, are probably wondering, “Why would you brave that weather and risk getting sick to see an artist who was popular 35-40 years ago?” I did it because my friend Steven, who was visiting me from out of town, was a serious Rick Springfield fan and really wanted to go. As we walked down Veterans in the cold rain, the wind nearly blew my umbrella backwards. Steven laughed and said, “We’re going to be talking about this for the rest of our lives.”
The next day, on Sunday morning, Steven sat beside me in one of our Sunday morning worship services. Because I was with my friend, I was more keenly aware of what was happening with the greeters, with the worship and tech teams, with our children’s ministry, and with the sermon. I did this because my friend Steven reviews every restaurant, every concert, and every festival or sporting event he attends. After the service, I sat with him across the table in a restaurant and asked him, “So, what did you think of the service? If you were going to review our church the way you review everything else, what would you say?” What he said didn’t really take me by surprise, but instead it reminded me of why I love our church so much.
He said, “I’ve been to lots of churches over the years, but honestly, the worship service here is the largest worship service I’ve ever attended. Because I’m used to small country type churches, I thought I was going to feel cold and distant from those around me, but I didn’t. Instead, way before the service ever started, people greeted me and made me feel at home. As the worship team led us in praise, I looked around at the people singing around me. There were people of different skin tones and nationalities all worshiping together. And it wasn’t something that was being forced on everyone. Instead, it was natural to them. And I felt welcome to worship alongside them. I loved that.”
Then, my friend said, “We went together on Saturday to see and hear Rick Springfield in concert, but this was so much better.” I laughed and replied, “Of course it was. We were inside out of the cold and rain.” He smiled. “That’s true,” he said, “but that’s not really what I was talking about. You see, in the worship service, yes the music and the sermon were good, but even more than that, I could see God moving in the lives of people. And it didn’t matter if they were wearing a button-up shirt and tie or jeans and a t-shirt. It didn’t matter if they had a long beard, were completely clean shaven, or had face tattoos. You should be grateful that you have the opportunity to see the Lord working in the lives of people every week. That’s something that’s often missing in many churches today.”
I shook my head, thanked my friend for his kind words, and wiped a tear from my eye. Later, I prayed, “Thank You, Lord, for working in the lives of people. Thank You, Lord, for drawing people of all backgrounds, creeds, and ethnicities to Yourself. Thank You for the way you work in the lives of people today all across our campuses. Thank You for allowing me to be a part of a church where lives are changed on a daily basis. In the name of Jesus, Amen.”
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