Sunday morning
Sunday, August 31st, 2003I sort of got roped into going to ‘church’ today. My buddy Col needed another girl to sing for worship at Dalmeny Bible Church this morning and I happened to be around when his peer pressure skills kicked in (“Come on Kim, do it”) Well, that and I actually wanted to because it’s been a long time since I’ve been able to just hang out with someone and jam with a guitar and sing sing sing until I can scarecly sing anymore. So yes, “worship practice” was a really great time (ok, I won’t even get started on the whole concept of worship practice right now…) Anyway, I was at church this morning and as usual, it was an altogether mixed experience. Singing was awesome: I haven’t felt that close to God in a church worship music set in a really really long time. The sermon was….a sermon. I couldn’t pay attention. All I remember is the speaker talking about his flights from Texas to Saskatoon way back in the day when he was somewhat stranded switching flights in Chicago. Cool story…but I can’t remember how it was supposed to relate to something in the book of John at all. And there was a missionary couple going overseas to do door-to-door evangelism. This is through the same organization that I was with in Uganda….and had an altogether dreadful experience with, so I wasn’t to pumped to hear about someone else doing it. But hey, God can use anything right? He even used an institutional church to get to me today.