Our local gathering of Jesus followers has two different Sunday services that run concurrently. There’s the big room and the small room. Wendy and I have, by and large, attended and worshipped in the small room since it opened several years ago. We like it because it’s smaller and we find it more intimate. Things are more laid back. We have mutually felt a sense that it’s the place we’re supposed to be.
Over the past year or so I’ve posted audio recordings of opportunities I’ve been given to deliver the weekly message in the small room. I’m scheduled to continue being part of the team of teachers in the small room, and I get to teach every month or so.
A few Saturdays back I was trying to manage “Zone 3” in our garage when I heard a voice calling my name. I turned to find our senior pastor walking into the garage. He’d stopped to ask if I’d fill in for him in the big room on Palm Sunday while he attended to some family matters out of town.
I kind of laughed to myself after he left. With it being the start of baseball season everything in my brain get’s transformed into a baseball metaphor. So, I couldn’t help but feel like I had just been called up from the minors. I was honored to be asked. It was a nice experience and in the big room there is a video recording as well as audio. So, here you go.