Acts 2:41-47
Worship in the Kingdom
James Sledge April
26, 2015
I
have a vivid memory of something that happened during worship at a church I
previously served. That particular sanctuary was a bit different from ours. It
was a longer and narrower. Like ours, there was a narthex just out the
sanctuary doors, but it also had a large fellowship space straight through on
the other side of the narthex.
More
importantly, at least for this story, the back wall of this sanctuary had windows
that went all the way across. This meant that the choir and I could look out of
the sanctuary during worship into the narthex as well as into a bit of the
fellowship area.
This
could be distracting during preaching. A few ushers always stayed out in the
narthex and were often moving around, getting a cup of coffee, finding the
offering plates, arranging furniture in the fellowship area, and so on. I tried
very hard to ignore them.
One
Sunday while preaching, I saw a fellow who looked like he might be homeless enter
the narthex from the doorway just out of my view to my left. He did not make it
before he was intercepted by one of those ushers. I could see what happened but
not hear anything. The usher appeared to act cordially and probably asked what
he could do for him. I assume the man said he was looking for help, and the
usher said it wasn’t the best time because he then led the man, gently but
firmly, back across the narthex until he disappeared from my view again, headed
to the exit.
I
don’t know if people in the congregation noticed my distraction. I kept
preaching, but my focus was on the other side of those windows. That moment has
stayed with me, and I’ve wondered about
them from time to time. Did the usher ask the man if he wanted to stay for
worship? Did the man volunteer that he would come back later when told worship
wouldn’t be over for another 30 minutes? I don’t know.
The
contrasts were stark, though. The usher was in coat and tie, the other man was
disheveled and in ragged clothes. The usher and almost everyone in worship were
white while this fellow was black. Whatever the particulars of his conversation
with the usher, he was not one of us. He
was not like us. And he did not stay for very long.
Watching
those events in the narthex, it was easy to imagine the usher reinforcing the
racial and economic barriers of our society, although I doubt he meant to. He
was just concerned about decorum and order in worship. I know he supported the
ministry where homeless families lived in our church building for a week at a
time, eight times a year. He just thought of worship and mission as two
separate things.
In that sense, he was little different
from me. As a second career pastor, I can recall those times my wife and I
looked for a church to join. When we did, we sought people who were “like us,” who sang
hymns we knew and had a worship style we were used to. And the churches we
ended up joining had people that looked like us, dressed like us, and mostly had
skin color like us. Looking for a church, for a place to worship, was not about
breaking down cultural, racial, or economic barriers. It was about finding a
comfortable place to attend.