It has been many years since I have walked in a church as a visitor – not knowing anyone. So, this morning, my first Sunday of sabbatical, I became a foreigner.
I began my foreign adventure as anyone in our world of technology would. I got on the Internet and mapped out my plan. I chose First United Methodist Church in Isle of Palm, SC. I chose it because of proximity, time of worship, and worship style (in order by priority).
According to their website www.iopmethodist.com the Praise service began at 9AM on the 2nd and 4th Sundays of the month. I emailed the pastor to make sure they were worshipping. Being summer I was worried they would have an adjusted schedule. He emailed me back with an enthusiastic “YES!”
Arriving I quickly discovered I was a foreigner, but. I was in familiar land – I was in God’s house. The usher showed us the way to the fellowship hall in the basement. The praise team was on stage singing, people were greeting one another, and I found my seat in. The back row.
It was a good service. I worshipped, heard the Word of God, and sang praises… all as a foreigner, as a pew dweller, as one of God’s people hanging out on the back pew.