We had a guest worshipper at the evening service yesterday. It was quite an experience for me to occasionally notice how he was picking up on what was happening.
He had come equipped, and set up his own personal place for engagement on the front row. He had brought his own rather sophisticated writing and colouring instruments, as well as paper to record his impressions.
He had no inhibitions about being there, and so was free to respond easily to anything that caught his attention.
The worship in song he seemed comfortable with, but rather ambivalent to. Until he noticed the guys and Verlaine worshipping with sign. That stopped him in his tracks.
And he seemed rather taken aback when we, as a congregation, spoke in unison. He wasn’t expecting that, and seem rather impressed.
I’ve no idea what he made of my talk – perhaps he was engaged in recording his own message on paper – I didn’t notice him.
He found a very appreciative audience for some of his work behind him, and he found it rather natural to share his insights with them.
As the service came to an end he was sprawled across the chairs, poring over his masterpiece, but, make no mistake, he was head-banging away to the final song, perfectly in rhythm, and missing no strokes in his work.
I encourage you learn from our mystery worshipper.