As I was on my way to the gym this morning, I saw this new sign and I was somewhat befuddled! Wow. Classic vs. Modern church service. How would that go? My mind tried to picture it. The only vision of classic church service I could think of was my own experience when I was young. I was raised in the Presbyterian Church. If you’re not familiar with our little sect, let me paint you a picture: Our services were rather formal, quiet and dignified. Yep. We are part of the frozen chosen. Everyone in the congregation sat erect and kept very quiet. No hand-clapping, rowdy versions of Shall We Gather at the River!
Self (I said to my brain), what would a modern service look like? I image people sitting on sleek, stainless steel benches with white fur-covered cushions. There are gigantic amps on either side of the stage blaring out the latest hit, “Yo, Dudes, Catch Me at the Pool!” The sanctuary would be aglow with cell phone lights being waved back and forth. Bang! The minister jumps out in a one-piece gold suit, so tight you’d think he was going scuba diving. He raps out the sermon with such enthusiasm, his golden dreadlocks are flopping around like snakes on the head of Medusa. In the congregation, skinny jeans and boots abound. Well, you get where I’m going with this.
It’s good to know we have choices.