Wednesday, October 11, 2017

This Sunday

If Jimmy Buffett planned a worship service it would look something like this.

Speakers sitting in the sand face the Ocean.

Seagulls flock like Angels in a deep blue sky. the Sea sloppily kisses the shore, salt air fills your lungs as the sun baptizes you in a golden glow.

Live music is from the hearts of friends complementing each other as they sing.

Hearing it, strangers meander over as an audience is transformed into a tanning congregation sitting in fold out chairs, laying on blankets or dancing in the Dunes.

There's no preaching.

The world already has far too much of that but there are some moving introductions, heartfelt expressions of gratitude, moist eyes, smiles and prayers both silent and spoken.

Dolphins grin as they glide passed in the distance.

A couple of disheveled men hungrily eat free food set up on the crosswalk prepared by Jesus loving people who believe nothing expresses God's love like Deviled Eggs or sausage and egg casserole.

There's a bucket for whoever's moved to tithe or throw in a prayer request but no offering, burnt sacrifices or sacred cows.

There's no judgment ... just acceptance ... mostly of the things God's given us ... a nice day on the Beach ... with live music ... and these people.

There is a reason though for this gathering.

We want to thank God that the island's still floating, ask help for those still suffering from a Hurricane and can't think of a better way than to get back to the way God created things in the first place.

And the Bible says to sing praises and play stringed instruments to glorify God so ... why not?

That's what I'm doing this Sunday ... 10nish ... Island Standard Time ... over the Tybrissa Street crosswalk on Tybee Island ... in the Church God built.