I do remember when I was younger, going to chapel midweek at private school. I was 5. I remember that being boring. What wasn’t boring was when I was caught climbing under the pews and dragged along the concrete all the way to the principle’s office where I was paddled for disrespect.
I can also remember attending a church when I was in 5th grade. I don’t recall much about it other than that it was boring. I sat in the service with my mother because the alternative was going to their Sunday school class for pre-teens. During one of such meetings I was asked which Bible story was my favorite. It seemed like an eternity that I sat in silence with everyone in the class staring at me, wondering what was wrong with the kid who had never heard of Adam or Noah.
Those were not regular experiences for me. The first time I attended church regularly was in college. I attended a community Christian church with my mom. The music was hauntingly familiar, sung by a guy who belonged in an opera house, backed up by mediocre singers and a staggeringly ok piano player. Downstairs was different though. The high school group played music that the kids listened to, or at least it sounded the same. Singing heartfelt songs to Jesus, and they even closed their eyes and raised their hands. I confess this last part made me cringe, and I felt embarrassed for them because they looked like cult members. Still, the music moved me, and I joined in.
Since, I have worshipped at black charismatic churches, Pentecostal healing services, with 10,000 other people at festivals, intimate times with 5 and a guitar, and everything in between. I enjoy Catholic services, and especially Episcopal ones. I currently worship at a Presbyterian church on Sunday mornings, while I secretly wish I could raise my hands and close my eyes.
There have been some amazing times where I have felt that the balance of people using their musical talents lines up with the heart of people desiring to be led in worship and it is magic. Joseph at his best is simply transcendent. At his worst he is like low quality pizza. Still pretty damn good. The times when our old Remnant community worshipped together, or now when Eikon does, the boundary between God’s kingdom and ours becomes incredibly thin for me.
Of course, worship is more than music and/or liturgy. And to that end, some of my deepest worship experiences have come from building homes, befriending homeless, teaching weekly classes at poor community centers, and having amazing Christ-centered conversations over Blue Moon and cheap cigars. I love to read and feel like God speaks to me very powerfully when a book and a highlighter is involved.
Please. Share with me some things that you have experienced in worship, for good or ill. Thanks.