The Day Jesus Came To Church

No one expected it.

That is, they didn’t expect it anymore than a history professor expected Alexander the Great to suddenly appear during a class lecture.

Listening to the pastor “rightly divide the word of truth” had pretty much started to make Jesus feel like a character now distanced by historical review.

For some reason, I arrived very early that morning, and to my surprise, Jesus was already there.

I say I was surprised, because I had come to believe that if he came to our gatherings at all, it wasn’t until Sister ‘I-feel-the-flow-of-the-music-in-my-soul’ started to express vocal emissions.

But he was there, and I noticed that there were already the usual two or three present who regularly came early to pray.

They didn’t seem surprised at all, while others became increasingly alarmed the longer he was present, which delayed the usual ‘order‘ of service listed in the bulletin.

Their state of alarm was due to the fact that he was down on both knees in the hallway greeting the children, and it made no sense for the pastor to go to his study to prepare when Jesus was already moving in simple action.

Then he stood up, and the children readily followed him into the auditorium, where he immediately emptied his pockets of money to every needy person hanging on the back rows.

Ten persons were immediately healed before he reached the third row from the back.

As this occurred, six choir members anxiously hurried from the exit doors, two of them were deacons.

One often noisy woman started speaking aloud, and he said, “Be quiet”. She collapsed onto the pew and awoke without the restless, glossed over look that usually accompanied her facial expression.

I suppose the most evident characteristic of his demeanor was how unhurriedly he moved among the congregation.

While many of those he faced were the same persons I often saw monopolizing the pastor’s time even before he could leave the platform, expecting him to hear all that they had on their minds, Jesus took in their persona, spoke, and depending on their inner condition, they responded accordingly.

Some fell down crying, others simply shined in assurance, and a few became angry, but without argument. (Five of this sort taught Sunday School classes.)

After awhile, he turned to the pastor, and simply said, “That which you are seeing and hearing in me, do.”

Immediately the pastor, and others within earshot, responded in faith and suddenly, those to whom Jesus was still invisible suddenly awakened to his presence and confessed him as Lord and Savior.

After that, no one could keep track of the time, or anything else that took place, even though a few were feverishly writing down all that they saw.

We didn’t actually see him leave that morning, so we’ve been showing up early ever since, every morning, at least two or three of us.

The End

Note: This writing is representative of various experiences I have witnessed over the years demonstrated by the Spirit when given the liberty and opportunity to lead a church meeting in actuality.

Greg McBride

April 26, 2011