The Lord Was Praised
Occasionally worship in my church does not go as planned. The sound system is off. The choir sputters. The Lay Leader loses his place. The sermon falls flat. As I leave the Sanctuary and head for the nearest restaurant, I might exchange glances with the Associate Pastor or the Music Director. "It will be better next week," we seem to say to each other. If we actually say anything, it is often, "The Lord was praised inspite of us."
The highlight for most people attending General Assembly is the worship service. Not all of the little services, but the one big Communion service on Sunday.
As electric guitars played, the choir was unheard until the second or third stanza.
When Robert Wilson led us in prayer, his mike was so poorly adjusted that all we could hear was his breathing until one of the sound team finally brought him a handheld mike.
Communion is usually served by intinction with people getting up and going to a station for the bread and wine, but here the elements were distributed as we remained in our seats -- a bit awkward for some. Volunteers in my section didn't seem to know what to do and I think a row in front of us was missed.
There were a few other glitches, but all in all, the Lord was praised in spite of human frailties.
The choirs were terrific. One group from Africa was particularly good. Yes, the Lord was praised.