Blast from the Past

Once a year my son's school does a tour of the local Seventh-day Adventist churches (it's a church-run school) for promotion, giving them a special programme with song and drama, verse and visuals.

Tomorrow is such a day. Us parents get to do transport and support - armed with cameras and cars.

I haven't been to an SDA church since my mother was here last April, mostly because I needed something more from a church gathering that wasn't on offer in the churches in this area. They're very conservative and traditional, I didn't really fit in, I was looking for freedom in worship, visible enthusiam, excitement for God - so I went elsewhere for my corporate worship.

Tomorrow I get to go back to the churches I've come from.

I wonder how my perceptions will have changed since I was last there. I wonder what I'll see differently, and what I'll see as unchanged. I wonder how my learning curve will affect what goes on inside as I enter these buildings, whether I'll be judgemental or open to notice what God's doing in spite of the problems I think I see. I wonder if I'll feel that old resistance to routine, or be able to let my heart hear the love people have for God through, and in spite of, the routine.