Yesterday was one of those Sundays. Here is a glimpse into my Sunday morning:
To start off the morning, the printer in my office would not connect to my computer, rendering my prayers trapped on the screen. With the help of a congregation member, they printed out 10 minutes before worship began.
The worship service was particularly uplifting with a meaningful message and poignant music. ...keep reading...
At the coffee hour we had a surprise birthday cake for a congregation member. As we sang, his mother, who had planned the surprise, seemed to glow with joy and pride.
Our Second Hour adult forum featured Ian Pounds, a friend of the congregation who has been teaching at an orphanage in Afghanistan. Our Westminster youth attended because one of the students from the orphanage, age 17, was also speaking. Listening to her hope for the future and her aspirations to be a journalist, I got choked up a few times. With the enormity of the problems in Afghanistan, the unrest, the corruption, the poverty, she wants to tell her country's story to the world.
As those gathered began to disperse, I met a former member who commented on how many people were in worship. "Is this normal?" he asked. I happily replied, "Indeed it is."
A congregation member whose sibling recently died in another country stopped me in the hall and asked for my continuing prayers for her and all her family.
I looked down at my watch and a mere 3 hours had passed since I had arrived at church. We celebrated and mourned, prayed for peace and felt the call to action.
What a glorious Lord's Day!