| The Preacher’s Corner By Rev. Dr. Milton Winter ‘God knowest our downsitting and our uprising’ People
seem to have a fear of walking in front of the congregation. This
naturally heightens the anxiety in churches that require persons to
come down the center aisle in worship to make a profession of faith. In
our church I put a notice in the bulletin that says people may stand as
able. Several have told me that this permission to remain seated has
been a great help. The psalmist says that God knowest our downsitting
and our uprising, and all our thoughts afar off. That being the case,
giving people leeway of movement seems to be a big help. Getting
in and out of church can be a challenge. One lady came to visit us and
found the door locked. It was not really locked, but she was trying to
pull the front door open. To enter our church, you have to push. I’ll
bet all the big mega-churches have doors that push! In
the church I served in Chicago, the entrance to the pulpit and the door
to the church nursery were located nearby. One Sunday just as the
service was beginning, the pulpit door flew open and a woman pushed in
one of those gigantic black baby carriages. She immediately realized
she had gone in the wrong door and was lumbering out with her baby
carriage in front of a thousand very amused onlookers. She was so
embarrassed! I thought it was hilarious. Very few truly hilarious
moments occur in Presbyterian churches. I felt very sorry for that poor
woman. The choir in our Chicago church sang from
a very high loft that stood above and behind the chancel area where the
altar stood and the ministers sat. When the
choir members were seated their heads were below a railing, so that
their movements did not distract those who were watching the service.
If the choir sang, they stood, so as to be visible. On
big Sundays when there were two services, the choir had to sit through
the service twice, and to get through the exertion (and boredom) this
required, the singers would tap the youngest member to slip out and
dash across the street for orange juice and doughnuts. This was easily
accomplished without the congregation’s notice, if the choir member
would crawl on all fours to a little stairway that came up into this
loft, very similar to a stairway that comes up to the choir in the
Methodist Church here. Easter Day arrived, and
after performing the feat on Palm Sunday the previous week, the new
choir member was confident that he could get the refreshments to the
singers during the sermon at the first service. He would exit and
re-enter and the goodies would be passed around, and it would all go on
“behind the rail.” Nobody would be the wiser. Needless
to say, things did not go as planned. That door to the pulpit (which
was also near the door to the choir) flew open once more, and here
comes the rookie choir member crawling across the floor in front of a
thousand worshipers, pushing a carton of plastic orange juice cups and
holding a sack of doughnuts in his mouth! He did not realize what he
had done until the laughter started. I fear he was so embarrassed he
may have given up a promising singing career! An
Easter season never comes that I do not think of these happenings. God
bless the church that puts up good signs to guide newcomers where they
should go. “The Lord preserve thy going out and thy coming in, from
this time forth and even from evermore” (Psalm 121:8).
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