We sat in the meeting room this afternoon, praying before the evening service. Four chairs facing each other, people arriving beyond the shut sliding doors, in anticipation of evening worship.
Just a few hours before we had prayed in there, all the chairs arranged, and tables out in welcome for parents who would be staying while their kids were at the Kidzone party in the room next door.
We were in there praying after the event, tables starting to be stacked in the corner for wreath-making tomorrow, and the main worship area starting to be cleaned up and chairs returning from the furthest corner of the parish hall.
So, praying for the evening service, we looked at one another and realised it was hard to imagine it had all happened. No evidence left to be seen – except of course in the hearts and minds of those who had taken part. Who had had fun, heard the story, met the wise men, or maybe simply talked to someone who listened.
Amazing what happens in between prayer times.
Plenty chairs left whenever we meet.