For most schools around us, this week is “spring break.” It’s a week of great temptation.
Not for the kids who head to the south, free of parental constraints, susceptible to all kinds of appeals. Well maybe for them. But certainly for people who are left behind, who are still having events. Certainly for executive pastors of church who have nearly 27.7008% of their average attendance off somewhere else on the first Sunday morning of spring break week.
Certainly for me.
Our attendance was down about 200 from our 2011 average. And it is very tempting to focus on how many people are gone. It’s tempting to not teach as well, to not be as concerned about the details as usual. It’s tempting to not care as much.
After all, that’s 200 people who don’t care enough to be in church.
Wait. Did I actually say that?
- Did I actually suggest that the measure of people is whether they show up in church?
- Did I forget that five of those people are either in a hospital bed or standing next to it, wondering about the long-term implications of the stroke?
- Did I forget that fifteen of those people are in Kentucky rebuilding a house for someone in our church’s annual version of extreme home makeover?
- Did I forget that another fifteen of those people are in NYC, helping a couple churches there with kids’ stuff?
- Did I forget that normal people actually do take vacation and have fun and rest, kind of like God designed us to do?
- Did I forget the thirty people who helped me wrestle with understanding the pile of rocks Joshua pulled out of the Jordan?
- Did I forget that there were still more than 500 people that I watched talking and laughing and singing and praying?
I wrote about prayer last night as a script for a TV show called “behind the scenes.” It’s 900 words, so I didn’t make it a post. You can read it here: One view of prayer