Last night we had a community ecumenical service celebrating Jesus’ life, death and resurrection. I helped organize the event and it was held at our church, so I brought my two older kiddos to the service while my sweet hubby kept our little guy at home. He’s cutting eye teeth. We had already been to church in the morning and he had completely destroyed his morning church outfit with a blowout, which trapped me in the bathroom for a lot of the service. He also had a complete meltdown at the supper table before we left, so we thought taking him to this service wouldn’t likely end up in at least one of us getting a lot out of the service. His childlike faith hasn’t quit developed yet, anyways! Trying to reason with a one year old to “shush” is just a whole thing.
Anyways, my two older kiddos were tasked with handing out bulletins at the door and helping clean up afterwards.
They also got to sit in the very front row. They were so super excited to sit in the front row, which was completely humorous. We didn’t have a huge crowd but the rest of the attendees all sat about as far away from the pulpit as possible! No judgement here, if I didn’t have to read, I’d be in the back with all, ya’ll.
So the service consisted of quite a few common Holy Week hymns. One of them was “Were You There?” I knew this song from my church choir days with Gram back in high school, but this was apparently a new one for my kiddos. My middle son was really belting out this song and when we got to the part that says, “Sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble…” he neglected the “dramatic pause” the songwriter inserted in there. But man, he owned it. He belted it out at his own accord and I was just loving it. It was the best rendition of that song I’ve ever heard! My front row boy, just singing it out, no trepidation!
I have to admit, I tend to use my quieter singing voice during services because my singing voice is definitely not what I’m known for, if you know what I mean. 😉 But maybe I should just throw caution to the wind and sing like my son. After all, it says over and over in the Bible to make a joyful noise unto the Lord, I think He didn’t specify “good, pleasing” noise for people like me!
At the end of the service, the pastor from one of the other churches took down prayer requests to work into his closing prayer. There were a handful of other elementary age kids from our church there as well and they were all about prayer requests. This isn’t something we traditionally do in our church, but that mattered not to them. They were going to be heard and their concerns would be prayed about!
Childlike faith. It’s a beautiful thing. I’d love to not worry about how things might be perceived by other Christians but just have this pure faith that I’m doing exactly as God wants. I watch my kids grow up and wonder at which point in their life, childlike faith gets mucked up with worry and sin. I’m so far still safe with my three littles, but I know the time is coming when my oldest daughter will transition and I pray fervently that my husband and I have set a good enough example that she will transition into a deep relationship with Jesus.
Anyways, I was just such a proud community member. That’s the biggest reason I love ecumenical services. It’s so refreshing to see how other churches do things and I think it’s just so great for our kiddos to witness that too. I also enjoy seeing and worshipping with people who are outside of our typical circle. It’s a blessing.
How good and pleasant it is when God’s people live together in unity!