“The crowd was pressing in on him to hear the
word of God ...”
How did these four words become so
commonplace among Christians? How did we come to take them so completely for granted?
It’s Sunday morning, so the family piles
into the aging Camry five minutes late, maybe ten. Dad is distracted by
problems at the office and the condition of the lawn, which he meant to get to Saturday
afternoon but didn’t. Mom is simmering about Junior, whose hair is its usual
mess, and who didn’t wear the freshly pressed shirt she put out for him last
night, but there wasn’t time to make him change before meeting. Junior is
rhapsodizing about a blonde in his math class, while Sis obsesses over the
number of calories in the cream cheese bagel Mom guilted her into eating for
breakfast, half of which she smuggled into the garbage in a napkin. Meanwhile,
the baby just spat her soother under the car seat again. Everyone is used to the
waves of ambient unhappiness she emits most of her waking life, but this
morning she’s cranked the volume up to eleven.
We’re off to hear God’s word.