Sundays are work days for preachers. But if we've got any spiritual equilibrium at all, it's our favorite day of the week. Our musicians jumped in at the last minute and led music at a sister church in town, and one of my interns preached. Then we had our evening service a bit early, in order to watch the Super Bowl afterward. (Of course I didn't watch the Super Bowl. I saw a little of Madonna during halftime, though.)
Sometimes I reach for silk on Sundays. I reached for an oldie but goodie this time around. Can't get much more classic. Navy and gold. Available in our store--just this one. (If you ask real nice, we might just re-list them. I've discovered a stash of fabric good enough for a small batch.) This one's yours for $29. They're usually $35, I think. It all goes to Haiti.
So far, Hill City Church has been meeting for services in what I'm calling "Tursi Chapel"--really just our friends' living room. And kitchen. And dining room. And bedrooms. These are really sweet times. Music is not slick, but heartfelt. People sing. Loud. Everybody participates. It's cozy. If we grow, which I hope we will, we won't be here too much longer. But we'll never forget how great our times in this intimate environment were, and what happened to our souls and our community while we inhabited these quarters.
I'm apparently not the only preacher in history who reaches for the bow tie on Sundays. I'm pretty sure I took these photos at Peachtree Corners Presbyterian Church in Norcross, GA., which was formerly Doraville Associate Reformed Presbyterian Church. Whoever said "never trust a man in a bow tie" didn't have one of these fine chaps as their preacher.
Now this is great. This fella is dignified, but delights to be photographed with, let's presume, his dear daughter. A cordial churchman if ever there was one.
It's good to breathe the mercy-filled air on a Sunday morning, and bid the daylight farewell on a Sunday evening, while in the company of fellow pilgrims.