EXTRA - Buckle Up
Sunday mornings are busy for me. There are a lot of details to wrangle for any worship service. There are people I want to talk to. Music and preaching and prayer (Oh my!). Yesterday morning was unique. I arrived as usual and started getting organised. Our organist and our soloist were in the sanctuary. The tech team was doing their work. I started in my office organising my sermon notes (we're in a series, learning why and how to pray "Holy Spirit, come") and the songs I'd be leading. People started arriving and settling in. Chatting and laughing. In the sanctuary, I felt like there was something in the air. The energy was low. The usual spark was missing. The lights in the room literally didn't seem bright enough to me. I kept looking over my shoulder and wondering why. I thought at first maybe it was the weather, or the end of summer or some kind of fatigue. Then I thought maybe it was just me. Maybe I was tired this morning. Should have had a second cup of c...