What We Actually Talk About After Church
(In my previous post, I strung words together about strolling and semi-ambiguous actions. That was purposeful. Now, so is this.)
There is a great deal to think about when deciding on a home church. Many a factor attempts to wriggle itself to the top of the consideration list. Yet, an effort for three is usually made for our family wherever we happen to live. There is the Gospel-centeredness factor. There is the preaching-teaching factor. There is the community-proximity factor. Sometimes we talk about these things. And sometimes we don’t. After our many moves, we have learned that talk can bring only so much clarity, only so much peace that is only fully given through prayer.
But I like to talk.
When it is time to discuss the Sunday’s service, I am the first to offer analysis and opinion. Apt to delve into the mechanics and details, I oft lose sight of the bigger picture. I evaluate the liturgy (or lack of). I critique the songs (and the theological richness of the lyrics, musicality of the tunes, appropriateness for congregational singing, and delivery). And I dissect the preaching (can we recall the points of the sermon? Were there any? What did he mean by this or that? Was it merely a moralistic, introspective how-to?). After all, these are important, yes.
But kind of not really.
It is my youngest brother who, claiming the brief pause in the torrential verbiage as I took a breath (or breadth?), quietly brought the conversation relevance by pointing out:
“I didn’t hear the Gospel. Sure, he used numerous Scripture passages and gave practical applications, but he didn’t preach the Gospel. He was exhorting for wisdom, but never once explained WHY. I’ll tell you WHY. Because Jesus saved me and put a new heart in me that now I desire holiness and His glory.”
Preach it, brother.