More than numbers
I can't hold it in anymore. Last week we had a great worship time at Pierced the community I am a part of. The first question we face from Woodmen (the megachurch that supports us) after a weekend is : HOW MANY PEOPLE WERE THERE?
Here is a typical conversation:
Person from Pierced (PP): Wow we had a great service this weekend!
Person from Woodmen (PW): How many people were there?
PP: God worked in our midst and some people were stretched in their spiritual journey
PW: How many people were there?
Like a broken record, broken record, broken record. Big is better - if we have more numbers then God must be there! NOT!
In Run with the horses , Eugene Peterson wrote the following:
"Pling the Elder once said that the Romans, when they couldn't make a building beautiful, made it big. The practice continues to be popular: if we can't do it well, we make it larger. We add dollars to our income, rooms to our houses, activities to our schedules, appointments to our calendars. And the quality of life diminishes with each addition."
Over Christmas we had 80 people at Pierced and the good people at Woodmen decided to report 180 in the attendance spreadsheet! Why?
A few guys will jam a bookstore next year. They are concerned that people read the wrong stuff; it is something I discussed this week with one of my friends. It is so easy to spend money and time on a bad book. I might join this cause. What do you think? Whose books will you jam?
I woke at 6:00 this morning with the nagging realization that I’ll be in the dentist’s chair within the hour. I silenced the alarm turned around and thought of better things – like ice cream or South African biltong. Ten minutes later the snooze button revolted and I had to get up.
I watched
Early this morning I had a great time with one of my friends at Pierced. He had a Nalgene bottle with a sticker of Bob Marley on it. We started to chat about Bob. Brent asked me if I knew how BM died? I had no clue so he told me the fascinating story of how Bob played soccer in France, stubbed his toe and how it got infected. A specialist who had examined Bob had detected cancer cells and advised that the toe was amputated immediately. Bob refused, saying "I don't allow a mon to be dismantled"

