Most of us have been in a worship service that seemed to switch from ordinary to “wow”!
As I write this blog I am allowing my mind to wander back to such times. I remember a funeral service for the father of two teenage boys. An old Presbyterian pastor was invited to offer a prayer. The old man talked to God and explained to him the pain of the wife, two sons, and a congregation of perplexed worshippers. The place became uncomfortably quiet, like the moments before an electrical storm and the barometric pressure falls. As my wife and I made our way to the graveside we looked at each other. Both of us had tears in our eyes, and lumps in our throats. I felt weak. I knew I had been in the presence of the almighty.
The Spirit was everywhere. I was reminded of: I Kings 19:11 “Now there was a great wind, so strong that it was splitting mountains and breaking rocks in pieces before the LORD, but the LORD was not in the wind; and after the wind an earthquake, but the LORD was not in the earthquake; 12 and after the earthquake a fire, but the LORD was not in the fire; and after the fire a sound of sheer silence. 13 When Elijah heard it, he wrapped his face in his mantle and went out and stood at the entrance of the cave. Then there came a voice to him that said, “What are you doing here, Elijah?”
I decided to hold a healing service in First Church. The service was being televised. No one had ever been to such a service in a staid old UMC church. I held the service because I believe God through His Holy Spirit heals people. As our liturgy says he heals our physical illnesses, relationships with God, relationships with one another, brings reconciliation within communities, within individuals with themselves, and between us and creation. I believed there were many in the congregation who would desire this healing. I blessed the oil, and issued the invitation naming the essence of healing available through the Holy Spirit. . The organist played the hymns of healing in the hymnal. Several people immediately got up and came toward the front. Before they got there the isles began to fill up. That eerie quiet noted before surrounded us all. God was there through his Spirit. The emotion which united us was total relaxation, and slow tears of joy.
The service was recorded on video. I watched it to see if it were my imagination. The recording was as powerful as the service had been. The local public service TV station made a copy of the service and played it on Wednesday Evenings for 6 weeks.
Fifty years in the ministry have taught me that without the Spirits presence the church does not really exist. We are dependent upon the Spirit. Luke identified the situation in which the spirit lives … “They were all of one accord … same mind” Acts 2.
A sensitive person knows immediately upon entering a sanctuary whether the Spirit is in this place or not. One can feel it.
A ministerial colleague of mine was called back to a former church to help bury one of the saints. He said when I entered the sanctuary I felt a cold dreaded atmosphere. He said it was very difficult to perform his duties of the hour. As he was leaving the graveside with the pastor he asked Him if something was wrong in the church. We are in the midst of the bitterest fight I have ever known in a church. The Spirit had left that church. I am convinced that the Spirits presence is that good feeling people have when they are together to worship God.
The spirit comes when we allow the Spirit to use us. Many of us make the mistake of trying to use the spirit.
At a worship workshop many years ago the leader made a statement that has rung true to me for years. “The Spirit is in the liturgy”. Lead the worship but let the liturgy do its work. Too many feel it has to be jazzed up a bit, explained, witnessed to, or talked about. Enter it faithfully and let it do its work and you will be surprised what happens. Don’t be afraid of the quiet! As Elijah discovered God may be in the quiet moment.
As our church sociologists try to figure out what has gone wrong in the main line denominations of America. Let me suggest our problem is more spiritual than sociological. We are a dead, spiritless church. Sixty minutes of pure boredom does not fill the hungry heart, or excite one to serve God. When the spirit is present that church will grow!