I have very vivid memories of church picnics from when I was a kid. The memories almost all centre around games and food. I remember the excitement of races; three-legged, sack and wheelbarrow (and the pain as we invariably fell or got trampled in the stampede). I remember the ice cream cups with the little wooden paddles that came out after the hot dog bbq. Picnics were so strange because it was so startling to see people in regular clothes, after only seeing them in their Sunday best for a whole year! It was different meeting people around a picnic table than in the foyer of the church.
This Sunday we will be worshipping outside at Ball’s Falls for our church picnic. I’m looking forward to the chance to be under God’s good sun, worshipping together. To let our music join with the music of the wind in the trees, and the sound of the Twenty Mile Creek. To sit and play together, and enjoy each other’s company. It’s a time where the oldsters and the youngsters can rub shoulders around the picnic tables. It’s a time to be a community together in a different setting. I look forward to seeing you there!
This week’s prayer: Thank you for the freedom we have to worship openly, inside and outside. We pray for churches that must worship in secret, and do not have the freedoms that we enjoy in this country.