One Lord's Day this summer we found ourselves in a small seaside town in Normandy. As far as we could tell, there was no Evangelical and Reformed church meeting for miles around so, rightly or wrongly, some of us attended the service at the local (Roman Catholic) church.
There were no screens or books. We were given a photocopied sheet which seemed to contain all the hymns for the month.
Two cantors led the singing and the congregation joined in with the liturgy they had memorised. The whole service was traditional with organ accompaniment. I was amazed they couldn't find two more tuneful singers! After the three Bible readings, the priest preached for it seemed about 20 minutes on The Transfiguration and the Eucharist followed. My French is rubbish and the congregation laughed mildly once or twice, but it seemed like a serious attempt the preach and apply the Bible. There was no children's work. And after some notices we were sent away. No coffee was served, though many people stood around in the square outside afterwards to chat.
I cannot tell you what percentage of the town were in church that day nor whether the congregation is growing or declining, nor how devout and well-taught the people are. But the church was full and it included many young people and families. Parents walked around with any screaming babies.
I wonder if there is something to be said for a church which says that we are going to worship God on a Sunday morning in the way we believe he wants, and we want you to come to what we are putting on, whether you like it or not, whether it is the style you would choose or not, and whether or not you find it fun and convenient. And trust that this is good and right and glorifies God and will bless you.
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