Being in a new city on a cloudy 8Sunday morning may mean many different things to various people but to me, it mostly means standing up while being stared curiously at in response to this question.
“Is there anyone worshipping with us for the first time?”
And I dread the attention that question brings. This “new” church I attended recently brought more than that experience for me.
During the praise session as our eyes were lightly closed in worship, hands raised, heads bowed, gently mouthing words of adoration- suddenly the sound of someone jumping and shouting seized the room.
Opening our eyes we saw a young woman shouting, seemingly oblivious to the thirty something pair of eyes now placed on her. Her hands flew in several directions, It seemed to us watching, that control over her body seemed to have been borrowed by someone.
And indeed it was, for she had a message from the Lord. As an outsider looking in, it seemed somewhat comical. I had to consciously catch myself from laughing. It appeared so dramatic.
But Dr. Ken this was not reaaaaly the first time you’ve seen this at Church. Was it?
If you are willing to swim a decade back into my church memories, you will discover that it’s one of maybe hundreds.
I just could no longer feel in touch with that experience. In the churches I attend here in Lagos, we do things a bit differently.
We have less of the jump-oblivious-to-the-crowd-dance and more people writing furiously with a pen in a neatly torn jotter paper or whipping out their samsung/apple/whatever brands of smartphones they have to deliver these prophecies through mail to the pastor.
Could it be that the same influence that led to this jumping excercise could sometimes be civil enough to through the internet.
Or was it just
Same Spirit but Different People?