Not a fan of posting on Church Set Free, and re-blogging on Just Me Being Curious (or the other way around). But occasionally I like to do it (just to save me getting too stuffy about these things!)
Have you ever sat in church during a wedding, baptism or a funeral? Have you ever winced (even a little) at the “tourists” unfamiliar with all the usual form and format so familiar? All the stuff so alien to these “happy – or sad – tourists”? I have.
I have looked at their polished dress and hairstyles, the obvious discomfort of some with a pressed shirt and collar, the extravagant and showy hats (and veils?), all the finery on display – a day out – an event – no way is this an intimate joining together with our Lord and Father in sincere worship. Because I notice the hopeful mouthing of the Lord’s Prayer, the sideways looks for signals of when to sit and stand. I have judged them and found them wanting. They look good – but have no idea why they are really here.
Me who rarely goes to church on…
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