It almost seems like it never happened now, like it wasn’t real, like it was some kind of a too-good-to-be-true dream I had during some kind of sugar high. But deep down I know it was real.
I KNOW for a fact that they USED to wash your windows and check your oil every time THEY filled your car up with gas. Try to tell that to somebody under the age of 40 and they’ll look at you like you’re wearin’ a stovepipe hat and a 3-piece suit made out of logs.
Let’s face it - things have changed since those days. We live in a do-it-yourself, self-service world. Gasoline procurement was just the start. Now, I take money out of the bank without a teller, check myself out of the grocery store and take out my own tonsils (coming next November!).
When I realized this, it dawned on me that I’ve been in the dark ages when it comes to church worship services. They way most of us do church you’d think it was 1966 and somebody just saluted me when they loaded my groceries into my car.
I hate to break the news - but the days of full serve ANYthing are long gone! So why in the world am I still preachin’ at people, and leading them in songs, and passin’ out communion? Look, you get your own yogurt and fill your own coffee, I figure you can preach your own sermon if necessary dunk yourself in a river every now and then. Why should I break my neck anymore?
Maybe I should start puttin’ waders, a Bible and an empty sermon outline on the pews on Sunday and just stay home! Then we could all “fellowship” when the mood strikes us on FACE BOOK - certainly would be more convenient. And in my case - take up a LOT less time. I mean do this right and we won’t even NEED Preachers like ME anymore!
OK, scratch everything I just said.
As together we stand and sing.
BP
