My wife and I absolutely love our church’s Saturday night worship service. It is just perfect for us. How do we love thee, let us count the ways!
One. What else does a couple of our advanced ages have to do at 5:30 on a Saturday night? We’ve already had the early bird dinner special by that time. And while we could still catch a movie after the service, we don’t because it wouldn’t be over until after 9:30 and that is way too close to bedtime!
Two. While the service is well attended, it isn’t crazy busy like the two Sunday services. We get to park closer to the door, which is good for hot, cold, and wet weather. When leaving, there are no traffic jams and getting out onto the main highway is so easy the nice police officers who are there to manage traffic look rather bored.
Three. Saturday night is the first time through for whichever pastor is delivering the sermon. Now, I haven’t actually compared the delivery of a single sermon in all three worship services (although many have suggested I should for some reason), but I have to think the Saturday night presentation must be a bit fresher. Unless of course the pastors consider us to be nothing more than guinea pigs for the big time Sunday crowds?
I have to think the Saturday night presentation (of the sermon) must be a bit fresher…Unless of course the pastors consider us to be nothing more than guinea pigs for the big time Sunday crowds?
Four. When the service conflicts with the local college football game, the Worship Leader sometimes gives scoring updates! Now, some of those in the congregation who were DVR’ing the game weren’t that thrilled with these spoilers, but I sort of like to know when I watch the recording later if I need to be nervous or not!
Five. No one ever mistakes me for a morning person. The more mornings I can sleep in, the better – so a Saturday evening service gives me one more morning to not have to wake up until I feel like it. Nothing beats waking up slowly. Sipping on a warm cup of tea. Reading the news. Slouching around in pajamas. Skipping the shave. Sorry to those of you with overactive imaginations – you probably can’t unsee what your mind just envisioned!
But I do have one major issue with Saturday night services. I need a sign for Sunday morning. I want it to say “I went to church last night.” Then I can sit on the porch, take a walk, or go to Panera or Krispy Kreme (what a sinner) without guilt. You see, I just know that all those dressed up people driving by my slovenly self on their way to Sunday church are thinking, “that heathen.” I’m pretty sure I’m on all my neighbors’ prayer lists. I even got a mailer the other day for the “unchurched.” Peer pressure is tough here in the Bible Belt!
I need a sign for Sunday morning. I want it to say “I went to church last night”…Peer pressure is tough here in the Bible Belt!
But now that I think about it, a sign may not even do the trick. After all, even when I do get a chance to explain that I worship on Saturday, I usually hear “Oh, so you’re a Seventh Day Adventist?” No. “Catholic?” No. “Church of God?” No. So I say, “I worship at an Evangelical Free Church of America.” “Oh. We’ll definitely pray for you then!” And that is probably material for another blog post down the road!