Last Sunday was the final day of the Unexpected sermon series. No more caution tape, inflatable whales or altar bibles in the Narthex. The big paper letters that spelled out “unexpected” (cut diligently by Angie and Pastor Alex) will come down, and Brandon won’t be ringing the bell to end any more sermons. All the props used to illustrate this theme will be gone, but the message is fresh even without a sermon series attached to it.
We saw members of the church share personal stories of faith in action, a choir loft packed with congregation members from ages 7-72, and a brand new member giving the Benediction just after she and her family joined the church.
We filled the sanctuary with laughter, and shouted out hymn numbers. We held hands in a huge circle and prayed together. Who’s to say those things can’t happen again?
I’m not proposing we bring back the caution tape or anything. I’m saying we remember to make room for the Lord of creativity and inspiration, remembering that he is the master orchestrator. Take chances, and have faith in God’s perfect intentions.
Now this doesn’t mean you should abandon all reason, grab your inflatable whale and throw caution to the wind. It’s like playing jazz. You train and study and learn everything you can so that when the moment of truth comes, you’re prepared for whatever comes your way.
Trust in the Lord and everything He has put in you, and do something…unexpected! (That’s the last time, I promise.)
I would be remiss if I didn’t acknowledge all of the wonderful greetings, cards and gifts I received at the reception on Sunday. I am overwhelmed by the kindness and generosity of this church. I thank you, and my two-pan, one-pot kitchen thanks you too.