Maybe I’m the one with the problem. See, I've been looking for a church since I
moved to a new city about three months ago.
It’s a chore I find about as enjoyable as wallowing like a pig on a bed
of burning embers. It shouldn't be, I
suppose. But it is what it is.
Anyway, I went to one of those big, flashy,
seeker-friendly, light show, rock star, too cool to wear anything but V-neck,
type churches, fully knowing what to expect.
Or so I thought. This church had
a feature during worship I've never seen before.
They had fog.
Fog coming from a real, on the stage, Phantom of the
Opera-esque, theater style fog machine, pumping out the hazy, symbolic presence
of the Holy Spirit. It was awesome and
weird at the same time, like a full production concert put on by some lame cheesy
rockers.
I don’t know why it surprised me so much, but it
did. I stood there with my face twisted up
in a mixture of disgust and shock, very much like the old men at my little Baptist
church looked on youth Sunday when we broke out the drum kit. The truth is, I don’t know if it’s right or
wrong, weird or not, good or bad. I
wonder what God thinks about all of our production in church. I wonder if loves it or thinks it’s odd. I wonder if all of it is completely normal
and I’m the one with the problem.
