I think the one thing I am grateful to God for is that, despite three services to lead rather than preach at, I enjoyed yesterday. I think I am reaching the stage where I thrive on the unknown rather than wanting it all planned perfectly. This came together best in the evening where a few nods and winks exchanged between worship leader, preacher and MC led to a nicely flowing sense of worship, prayer and teaching without someone having constantly to jump up and introduce the next item. Also the sound was particularly well balanced (well done Andy).
Announcing that we would not be sharing a common cup for the near future due to the pandemic led to a few interesting responses:
Don't we have any faith?
Can't we use little cups like the free churches?
Are we turning the cup of blessing into a cup of cursing?
For me, drinking the cup on behalf of the congregation was special, moving and poignant. Maybe over the weeks to come we will (because we are evangelicals) invite different members of the congregation to be the representative. Just a thought. Anyone who says 'me, me' is disqualified.
The age group mainly represented at the all-age service was 60-70.
The monologue referred to in the comments section of the previous post was 'Health Centre receptionist receives call from Lazarus asking for a check up.' You could probably write it yourselves now. 'Why do you want an appointment if you're feeling fine? ... You used to be what?'
It rained pretty much most of the day.