It was an ordinary Sunday service in a quiet village. The weather was comfortable and the only thing different was that a young person was to preach – someone who was probably preaching to such a large audience for the very first time.
The people, as usual, were going through the service. Many of them indeed praying and laying down before the Lord Jesus Christ, the burdens and cares of being alive in a sinful world.
The pastor/vicar was, as usual, leading the service. “One more day to glorify God and minister to the people.” Perhaps finding a little comfort in not having to preach on that day.
Well, the person who was to preach was surely tensed. Heart pounding to maintain the awareness of the task at hand. Every moment lingering way too long. “I just need to get this done, and God willing, do it well.”
But then, in the midst of all these different emotions and thoughts, there are two children running down the aisle with great joy. The very small one running ahead and a bigger one running after, all the while laughing, showing no interest whatsoever at those many annoyed faces trying hard to glare down to their little eyes a sober message – “this is a church and not a park.”
In the midst of various activities that were going on, the Psalmist longing for God’s presence says:
“How lovely is your dwelling place O Lord of hosts … Even the sparrow finds a home, and the swallow a nest for herself … Blessed are those who dwell in your house, ever singing your praise.” (Psalm 84)