Sunday Morning...

Sunday morning was ten years since the attacks on the World Trade Center, the Pentagon, the flight that crashed near Shanksville.  Sunday morning was a worshipful time for us.

We invited representatives from the fire departments and the police forces of the area as well as the boy scouts to join us in worship - we wanted to acknowledge them and pray for them as we acknowledged and commemorated the solemn occasion of September 11th as a Nation.  I guess a lot of people did that.  I know there were services and ceremonies all over the country...

We had a really powerful time of prayer Sunday morning.  But we only kind of planned it.  We asked Ray to sing a simple, quiet worship song (he chose a Willet song Come to Jesus which came about to him in such a God way anyway, but a story for another time) and we asked people to speak out names of those who serve - police, fire, EMT, volunteer, military - in any way put their lives out there for others.  It was amazing.  Then we called up our fire representatives and police officer and we prayed for them specifically and for all who serve generally as part of our time of remembrance of 9/11.  We had an opportunity to connect with the community in a powerful way and we still communicated the Gospel clearly and unwaveringly (I thought Pastor Steve was right on point with his message, especially as he wrapped up -  when the devil tried to tempt Him to run away, Jesus chose to run TO the cross for us).

It occurs to me that we don't really do this stuff with a lot of fanfare - we don't advertise and hype up that we're doing this kind of stuff, and I think that's probably for the better.

Just some Monday afternoon thoughts...

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Buzzword Bingo

B C Comic