I love that God is always faithful, even when we are not. I feel like I’ve been a whiny child lately, pouting if I don’t get my own way. Drew and I have been exploring other worship services, experiencing some different services. Although I feel some of my complaints are valid, some days I just need to get over it. There is no perfect service for me. There will be some things I don’t like and I simply need to deal with that.

This past Sunday was Easter, and Drew and I struggled with where we should go. We toyed with the idea of going to Bethel A&E, but Drew decided I didn’t have the right hat. And although the worship would have been fun, we decided it might have been too showy for us right now. I was struggling in particular with the fact that I feel a bit “homeless” right now as far as church goes. We thought about going to a service that was going to be held at a nightclub (another church’s attempt to reach out to a younger crowd… and successfully. They apparently had over 1000 people.) However, it was an evening service and we decided that after lunch and a long day, we’d just want to go home and relax. So we opted for a morning service, and ended up at Killearn, the church that we used to attend (the mother church for Good Samaritan) and the church that we got married in. We had attended a couple services there in the past couple months, and quite honestly, they hadn’t been my favorites. We went to Spirit and Truth, a service where Drew used to do sound and where I led worship for a time. It’s a pretty special service for both of us, so we were excited to return. However, we found that they had switched the order of things and were disappointed to see that communion was being served in the middle of the service and seemed very rushed. One time we didn’t even take communion because we weren’t “feeling” it. Like I’ve said before, we don’t mess around with communion. I need to be in the right place before I take the body and blood of Christ.

Anyway, we decided to give it another shot. This week was much better than previous visits. The flow seemed more natural, and communion was taken at the end of the service, and didn’t seem rushed. I was relieved to not be totally turned off by the service. I guess God is working on my heart.

Another interesting part was that we served communion. We walked in and saw a friend of ours who asked if we’d serve communion. I was hesitant, knowing my struggles as of late, and wondering if it was a good idea. Drew thought for a second and said, “That’d be alright,” and looked at me to make sure I was on board. Following his lead as the spiritual leader, I agreed as well. When communion started, I was feeling a bit of the frustrations that have become normal in church, so I offered that up to God, like I’ve begun to do. There is definite peace in that. Then our pastor made the invitation to come and receive communion, and then made a statement that I needed. He said something to the effect of, “Even if you don’t feel like it, come and worship.” So I did. And God was faithful to meet us there. There was great peace in taking communion, and then offering it to the rest of the congregation. I love serving communion with my husband, because I know he takes it so seriously. It takes me back to our wedding day, and serving all the guests at our wedding. It’s the coolest thing to offer the body of Christ to these people, and to whisper those words, “The body of Christ, broken for you.” It’s a sweet thing. After the service, we even had someone come to us and say, “I’m so glad we got to receive communion from you. That was special.” That meant a lot.

So even though I feel a little homeless some days and Holy week didn’t feel much like Holy week, God was still faithful and met us on Easter morning. I don’t know why I’m surprised.