I like church services.
There. I said it.
That’s not a very fashionable sentiment. There’s a lot of good reasons for that. And a lot of not good reasons for it, too. But I don’t much care. I like church services.
I’m not saying that I personally like all churches services. And even at my amazing home church, some weeks are better than others. Last Sunday was the first service I’d been able to attend in a few weeks. And I felt so refreshed after.
There’s a way in which worship is the only action that can really capture how good and how huge God is. It’s so freeing to recognize that I’m not the center of the universe, it’s so awesome to try and place God at the center of the universe, as fallen and pathetic as my attempts at this might be.
Reflecting on how good all this was, it got me a little indignant.
People have so thoroughly rebelled against the idea that singing is the only form of worship, that they’ve thrown the baby out with the bathwater. It feels a bit like if you worship in any way other than by serving, giving and sacrificing then you’re somehow not spiritual.
The “Old” Testament is full of people celebrating God’s goodness through song. Jesus’ followers sang hymns. These people did more than just sing. It’s appropriate to criticize somebody who sings for an hour on Sunday and then acts like a jerk for the rest of the week. But the problem isn’t the singing. The problem is that they act like a jerk.
And I get it that the church isn’t a building, or a program, or a service. But this doesn’t mean that the church should engage in church services as one of the things it does together.
It’s valuable to recognize that things take different shapes at different periods in history. But it’d be such a loss if we left behind the oppurtunity to gather in groups and sing out to our creator.