The alarm goes off on Sunday morning waking you out of beauty sleep. You’ve got to get up this time because you’ve already hit the snooze button seven times. The sun beams through the windows, and it’s a great day to gather with fellow believers to lift high the name of Jesus. You put on your Sunday best, get the kids dressed, jump in the mini-van because you’re already late. There is no need to stop for breakfast because you’re going to raid the donuts and coffee in the Welcome Center when you get to the church building.
You walk into the worship service just in time for the “greeting” filled with fist-bumping and awkward side-hugs. It’s an incredible time of worshipping the risen Savior through music, the preaching of the Word, and joyful giving during the offering. All is good! The worship service is over, you pick up the kids from children’s church, and you make lunch plans with another family from your weekly small group.
However, here is where the problem arises. Somewhere between walking out of the church building and walking into the restaurant, we lose the intentionality of being witnesses for our great God.
Think about it, we literally just came from a corporate worship service, where we worshiped the King, thanked Him for His grace, and possibly even prayed, “God, use me this week to be a witness for your glory.” Then, for a lot of Christians, they walk into a restaurant; sit down, God literally brings a waiter/waitress to their tables … and they totally miss it.
It’s as if God is saying, “Here you go. You asked Me to use you for My glory, so here is your chance. Or, at least don’t be a table of knuckleheads that brings dishonor to My Name!”
Through 15-plus years of ministry, I’ve come to know many servers. In fact, I was a waiter in my college pre-Christian days, so I’ve always had a heart for those serving us. Recently, I conducted some private online interviews with present and former waiters/waitresses.
The questions I asked were, “Generally speaking on Sundays how did people treat you that you assumed had just come from church? How did they tip? Were they rude, more demanding, etc.?”
Sadly, what I heard was not surprising, but gut-wrenching nonetheless.
The following comments make me believe that the Sunday lunch hour is the most hypocritical hour of the week:
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SOURCE: The Christian Post
Dr. Shane Pruitt is director of Missions for the Southern Baptists of Texas Convention. He writes for I Already Am.