When we lead worship at Fellowship Bible, our weekend begins on Saturday afternoon at 2:30 for rehearsal and the first service. The next morning it starts around 5:30 AM to get the boys up and ready to be at church by 7 for sound check and another quick rehearsal.
Once while we were rehearsing, my friend John Mays (playing bass that day) looked at my boys and said what a great picture they were. I had not noticed until he pointed them out, but they were indeed a unique sight. All sitting on the front row of an empty sanctuary watching me prepare the band for the early morning service. One in his car carrier looking sleepy eyed and silent was drifting off for a little nap. The others, still in coats and hats were eating goldfish from a Ziploc bag and watching Cars on a portable DVD player. The way John pointed them out was saying more about who they were than how they looked. They’re cute, but they are also those kids: ones who get drug to church every time the door is open and their life is wrapped up in the work of ministry. John and I both grew up as “those kids” and his comment called attention to something that I had casually overlooked; these boys are church kids. Their impressions of Heather and me will have as much to do with being a part of the local church than anything else. We are Church people. We love the Church.
As I looked at the boys that morning, it made me think about my own life. I wonder how much hell was held back from my life simply because I was never far from the people of God, the culture of prayer, the Bible and the local church.
I pray that when the boys grow up and can choose where they spend their time and devote their affection, that they will still be “those kids”.