simplicity

Church yesterday was short and sweet, being during summer. There were about a dozen people there, and I was definitely the youngest! Admittedly, I would have probably skipped out if I hadn't had to play piano this week. But I'm glad I didn't.

There is something so refreshing about worshipping with such a small group of people. These are the ones who are truly dedicated - why else would they show up at all on a Sunday morning in July?

There were 4 hymns, a couple of prayers, and a sermon offered by a member of the congregation (not in that order, you understand). Very little of the usual rituals. Very informal. (The worship leader didn't even use a microphone even though the whole "crowd" was at the back of our little church!)

Normally I'm all for a little ritual - within reason. Candlelighting, sung responses, etc... It often helps us focus, get centred, be present in the moment. It also reminds us of where we've come from - the wider church - and the fact that we are a part of something bigger... But sometimes it also allows me to zone out - it becomes such a mindless thing, one of those things I've done so often I don't need to think about it. I often wonder how many people really *think* about The Lord's Prayer as they rattle it off in hushed tones, for example.

Don't get me wrong; I try to make sure my worship is meaningful and that I remember I'm there to connect with God. But often, as the person behind the piano, I get easily distracted with making sure I don't miss my cue and that I'm on the right page. Yesterday was a very nice change of pace. A chance to pay attention. To answer the question, "What *really* counts in worship?" I wouldn't want it like that *every* week (I'd miss the ritual!), but once every month or two might be nice. :-)