It's Sunday morning... and it feels a little weird.
Typically on Sunday morning I get -up, get dressed, and my mind is focused on responsibilities for the day. When I arrive at church I move into "what needs to be done mode," thinking about my sermon, preparing for people, and wondering, when the telephone rings, if it will be a visitor asking for service time or a Sunday School teacher calling in sick.
None of that today. Instead, I will be the newcomer. Instead I will have to fight the urge to evaluate how others have handled their Sunday responsibilities. Instead, my praying is not so much what can God do through me as it is what will He do for me. This morning I am reminded that there is blessing in receiving, as well as giving.
Priscilla says I don't sit well in church.