Having been, shall we say “different” for so very long, sometimes I forget that people can be a bit taken aback by some of the things our church does. But as a dear friend of mine put it, “They fly their own flag and are happy to do so.”
Like a great many other churches these days, our services are currently being held drive-in style. A couple of my amazing deacons, brothers Ford and Davis, meet me bright and early each Sunday morning at the church, we load down the bed of my F-150 with a tent, sound system and many other supplies, and transform the church parking lot into a vehicle auditorium. Mind you, everyone is looking forward to the day that things are back to “normal,” but for now, everyone is thoroughly enjoying worship as it stands now.
Our special singers are doing an amazing job, and people are paying great attention as I preach from the back of the truck. It has been a packed parking lot for weeks now, with many visitors attending, some of whom have not missed a single service.
Testimony time has always been a favorite for us. Hearing of the goodness of God in the individual lives of real people is amazingly encouraging. But since everyone is in their cars, we are now improvising to enjoy that. People text me their testimonies, and I read them to everyone. The honks of “amen” always bring a smile.
But this past Sunday brought something else extra special.