Tales from the Cafetorium Part 2

I had never contemplated the possibility of grape juice freezing during a worship gathering, but I must confess the thought half-heartedly crossed my mind this past Sunday.

Schools don’t like to keep their heat on during winter break to save on environmental costs, and understandably so.

But it was cold.  I was shivering in church.  While playing drums.

My wife was wearing a set of my winter gloves and her jacket.

Others were wearing their jackets with their husband’s jackets draped over their legs.

It was cold.

Religious communities are called to worship.  We American Christians have spent a lot of time, effort, and money on making our calling as comfortable as possible.

We did not have that luxury on Sunday.  It will be back to normal this weekend I am certain, but for this one service I wondered at the prospect of worship in our community.  We are a church plant, and there is something a bit more radical about the community that forms within the infant years of a church.  Yet what was radical is that no one left.

We are so used to comfort.  I really liked that no one left.  We were there to worship, teeth chattering and all, and that was a really beautiful experience.