The Kitchen Church

This weekend our son-in-law and five of our grandsons came for a visit. If you read my previous blog, you understand how excited I was to have them here. And of course their joined-at-the-hip buddies they had not seen since moving away, came for a sleepover as well. It was wonderful to have the house full again; pizza and cokes flowing, video games running, laughter and tussling (that's an old fashioned word for mixing it up in fun), all of it was fun, tiring, and wonderful.

Sunday morning came all too soon. The long drive home was imminent. It was however, Sunday morning, and Sunday morning is church time. So, we had Kitchen Church. We had a message from God's word,  Dad's exhortation to the boys about keeping the godly heritage alive. Then came granddad's view on the subject. Finally there was prayer all around.

Simple. Easy. Worship without music. Prayer without an altar - oh, wait, there was the kitchen counter - that works.

I do love gathering together with God's people, standing in the congregation and lifting up hands to honor and praise Him. I enjoy relating to God's people and praying together over our needs and sharing our testimonies. But, sometimes it isn't practical. Sometimes we make an altar out of a kitchen counter, a stool becomes a pulpit, and our congregation plays with a light saber while service is going on. But the constant is Jesus, and He doesn't mind the kitchen stool nor the counter... the light saber - not too sure 'bout that - but  the point is, Christ in us, the hope of glory.

Where we are, He is. When we gather together He is there. When we lift His name in worship, He listens. Emmanuel, God with us. Wherever we are; whomever we are with; no matter the surroundings:  we worship, we learn, we connect. Ever learning, ever growing, ever loving, ever becoming more like Jesus, who taught wherever he walked. I think He liked our Kitchen Church almost as much as our Porch Church! Blessings on you this day.