Saturday night a team of children hijacked the role of welcoming and changed everything. A few boys greeted me right off with a cheerful hello and a bulletin. Then I passed through two cartwheeling, cheering, clapping girls -one gorgeous African and one beautiful blonde.
Welcome to church.
Every single person got this hello, and I vote we put these kids on the church payroll. Who wouldn’t want to go to church when they’re going to face that kind of entrance?
Then my preacher man and I went to Qdoba like we always do after church, and a table full of friends clapped and cheered for us when we came in. Just ‘cause.
I was reading in the National Geographic today about the complexity of the human brain, and when I got to information about the neuroendocrine transmitter dopamine, I read that it plays an important role in reward-motivated behavior.
Oh yes, I know what this is. It’s when people cheer you into a room, and you want to keep coming back if it’s gonna be like that every week.
So may I have the honor of cheering you into Monday morning?
Matt sang this to me the other morning, a little Sunday School song we both learned growing up. It made me groan, but then I smiled when he wasn’t looking…
You are a promise.
You are a possibility.
You are a promise, with a capital P.
You are a great big bundle of potenti-a-li-ty.
Okay, guys. You HAVE to listen to the old Gaither version of this song. It’ll make you laugh or throw up. Or laugh and throw up. But if it doesn’t start you out smiling this morning, I don’t know what will. (If you grew up singing this song, don’t you want to sing it in somebody’s ear this morning? Ignore them when they beg you to stop.)
Cartwheels for you!!! (And hurray for words, because I never, ever could do one single cartwheel with my actual body.)
You are the light of the world… (Matthew 5:14 NIV)