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Thursday, September 2, 2021

Our Drive-In Adventure (Part 5)

Joe Bob says, “Check It Out” 

Joe Bob did suggest checking out Part 2 of this story on Twitter. You can catch up with the story in Part 1, Part 3, and Part 4.

When we met Joe Bob on Thursday night, I’d told him that one of our priorities on this trip was to go to church Sunday morning. On our 2016 trip to visit a church (and bar… and movie theater) in every state, we went to a truck stop chapel for our worship service. But that Sunday, the only people in attendance were the chaplain, Mindy, and me. 

Joe Bob pointed out that when missionaries started work in a village they publicized the time and place of meetings. If no one came, they would go ahead with the service nonetheless. We appreciated his point, but we were still set on going to church in Lehighton.

So after a restful night (and showers), we enjoyed our hotel breakfast (my bowl of Raisin Bran had the biggest flakes I've ever seen), packed up, and headed back to drive-in territory.

The Lehighton town square is surrounded by a number of lovely and imposing church structures. We opted against the Episcopal Church that announced a 1 am service on their sign. There was a Presbyterian Church, but (as we told Joe Bob) that's where we worship almost every week these days. We also considered  Bethany E.C. Church, Zion Church of Christ, and The Peter and Paul Roman Catholic Church.


We decided on Ebenezer United Methodist Church because the 9:30 service time worked for us, and we appreciate the boldness of any church that continues to use “Ebenezer” in its title (though the word, of course, means “a commemoration of divine assistance,” most folks only know it as Scrooge's Christian name). 

Only a score of people were in attendance, but they certainly outnumbered 2016's truckstop service. The organist was out of town, so musical accompaniment for hymn singing was provided by Youtube (with the pastor’s wife manning the laptop). Pastor Dale gave an encouraging sermon, and the people were welcoming. We had a good time talking with people at the snack/fellowship time following the service, too.


There was still an hour or so before we could get back into The Mahoning, so we went to the local Aldi supermarket (not something found where we live, and Mindy insisted). To my great delight, they had large, cheap tubes of braunschweiger. I can find liverwurst, but never braunschweiger in Seattle. Bless these Germanic peoples! The store also had boxes of discount donuts, so we bought a large supply to share with fellow campers the next morning.

We drove back to the drive-in and set up our tent in a different spot -- one on a little higher ground -- but left our sleeping bags and pillows in the Rogue. We were careful to be on site as early as possible because we'd seen this information on the Jamboree website among the privileges for those with VIM (Very Important Mutant) tickets: "Exclusive on-set photo op by a professional photographer with Joe Bob and Darcy under the Mahoning’s famously massive screen. The 8x10 will be printed immediately afterward. Digital copies will be available for an additional fee. (Please note: V.I.M. ticket-holders must be on the lot by 1 p.m. to take advantage of the photo op.)"

That's not exactly how it worked out. We asked staff (Mahoning staff and Shudder staff) about where we were to line up for the photo op. There was a wonderful set built complete with giant ants (in honor of the giant insect classic playing that night, Them!) We were among the first in line, but we weren't sure it was the right line. Some people said it was the autograph line. There was much confusion.

Unfortunately, there was even some question of whether Darcy would be able to join Joe Bob for the day’s events. Word was circulating that she was under the weather and might not be coming back that day. Darcy was, in fact, not well, but she came out, donning a mask (a mask with a sinister smile).

The photographer set up while we waited in one of the two lines that eventually formed outside the snack bar.  They first took pictures of the Mahoning staff behind Joe Bob and Darcy, who were seated in folding lawn chairs. We saw that no 8x10 photos were being printed up “immediately afterward.” We soon took our place for photos but no one asked for our names or did anything else that indicated our photo would be easily separated from others.

Eventually, all the photos taken were posted online, therefore our digital photo was “free,” but this was not at all as advertised. I certainly understand the difficulties of pulling off something like this, having been involved in countless youth events through the years. This was the first time for the Mahoning and Shudder to work together on an event of this scale and there were bound to be bugs (not just giant ants) along the way. And it was a little sad to hear the drive-in staff blaming Joe Bob’s crew and vice versa. All things considered, though, they all did amazing work. And really, we prefer digital copies to printed ones. 

While we waited in line, we watched the crowd for cosplayers. Beetlejuice and Lydia were there all weekend as was an Incredible Two-Headed Transplant Patient (who hawked Mutant Mama “cannibal” goods), but there were more around on Sunday, including Carrie and Tommy (from 1976’s Carrie).  I wore a raptor mask as the VelociChaplain, an homage to 2018’s The VelociPastor. We were disappointed that we missed the call for cosplayers to gather in the early evening.

The Last Drive-in
producer John Brennan also leads a band, The Bigfeet. I missed out on joining other cosplayers when he called them to the stage, but it was still great fun to hear the band play the show's theme song, "Joe Bob is Back in Town" and to hear the audience shout the Drive-In Oath: “Blood, Breasts, and Beasts!”

I was delighted to find that Linnea Quigley had remained and was signing autographs in the snack bar. She was quite gracious with all who came along. I didn’t get an autograph, but it was still fun to be able to greet Spider of Sorority Babes in the Slimeball Bowl-O-Rama.

It was apparent we wouldn’t have another opportunity to talk with Joe Bob and Darcy. The demand was overwhelming and had run the two of them ragged, but we had brought a couple of items we wanted to pass along to them. Fortunately, a staff member for Joe Bob was taking in quite the haul of items for them. (FWIW, our son wanted to pass along a copy of Chainsaw Man to the world's foremost scholar of The Texas Chainsaw Massacre and I wanted Darcy, the hostess of the Mutant Family to have a copy of my book, Attack of the Mutant Fruit).

The evening’s event was a wonderful thing. It was promoted as the family-friendly event of the weekend, featuring two 1950’s classics: House of Wax and, as previously mentioned, Them! When darkness fell, Joe Bob’s Drive-In of Dread began.

Joe Bob and Darcy appeared on the Mahoning big screen, supposedly live from the projection booth (though I could have sworn I simultaneously saw a much more weary version of the duo still signing autographs in the snack bar).

As Joe Bob was introducing the first feature, Darcy was trying to warn him (and the audience) about reports of strange creatures coming toward the drive-in. She seemed very concerned, but Joe Bob went on with his drive-in totals (the numbers of dead bodies, fights, and assorted carnage to anticipate in the film).

In the promotional material, all were warned that mutants would be roaming the drive-in and that if we wanted to avoid being startled during the show we should let them know ahead of time. But why would anyone want to spoil the fun?

As he does on The Last Drive-In, Joe Bob interrupted the film to provide trivia and rants on a variety of pet peeves, but Darcy continued to warn about the coming peril even as the projection room underwent mutant attack.

As we sat in lawn chairs by the Rogue, mutants snuck up from behind us for cheap but satisfying scares. Mindy screamed all three times she was surprised, but each scream was followed by laughter (on her part. And mine).

It was a wonderful night, a very fun way to close out the event. By the time the second feature ended, Joe Bob and Darcy had turned in for the night for a well-earned rest. For the first time of the weekend, Mindy and I slept well in the tent. In the morning we shared our donuts and then made our way to the airport (after another stop at the laundromat).

So concluded the First Annual Joe Bob Jamboree, and a good time was had by all. The Mutants had a chance to meet in person rather than online, and a community was made stronger. Will there be a second Jamboree? I have no idea, all I know is what Joe Bob says is true, “The Drive-In Will Never Die!”

Sunday, May 5, 2019

Jazz Mass! originally posted 3.22.17

Hope Lutheran Church, Fresno, California
“Go to Hell,” the soloist sang. In church!


The song was a part of the Sunday evening Jazz Mass. When we came into the sanctuary (a little early), two of sections of pews were roped off. The musicians were practicing, obviously enjoying playing and each other. As more people arrived and filled the rest of the room, the ropes were taken down.


Hope Lutheran Church, Fresno, at sunset
I should admit up front that Mindy and I aren’t big jazz fans. There are performers we like -- we’ve listened to a lot of Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong, and we liked Whiplash -- but if we come across a jazz station on the radio, we’re likely to turn the station to rock or classical (but not country). We find the music to be a little more fun when we get to see the performers enjoying themselves and each other.


The jazz combo opened the service with a piece called “Psalm 23:1” by Pete Malinverni. Malinverni wrote pieces about the whole Psalm, and more of it was used later in the service after the sermon. Even more unusual and interesting was the call to worship, a work called “Angry.” Many times, especially in church, people don’t like to acknowledge their anger, but the Reverend Stephen  Carlson introduced the piece by saying, “Bear with us while we get something off our chest.” “Angry” is an original composition by David Aus, who was also the musical director and pianist of the evening. After the piece, Carlson said, “There, I feel much better now.”


Almost as surprising as the call to worship was the choice for the Scripture reading, Psalm 109. Psalm 109 is one of the “Imprecatory Psalms,” as they were called in seminary. It’s one of the Psalms that call down curses on other people. It’s the kind of Psalm that tends to be neglected in churches, but that people find themselves spontaneously praying all the time in real life. Pastor Carlson never used the word “imprecatory,” instead, he called it a “Bad Prayer.”


Psalm 109 isn’t as harsh as some others in the book, but it does include the psalmist's request that God would “Let my assailants be put to shame… May my accusers be clothed with dishonor.” Pastor Carlson pointed out that when we hear this we think, “That’s not nice; that’s not Christian.”


Jazz Mass at Hope Lutheran Church in Fresno
It’s hard to figure out what to do with those Psalms, and even more difficult to know how to think about the Psalms that talk about throwing babies against the rocks (as Psalm 137 does).

So Pastor Carlson asked, “What do we do with these prayers?” He began by saying that we need to admit that we all have these dark feelings. I appreciated his opening up to admit the dark feelings he had toward his former brother-in-law who was unfaithful and abusive toward his sister. It’s not far to go from those feelings to wanting to “ask God to be our hitman.”  


He pointed out that just because we pray for something doesn’t mean God will do it, but he said that praying these prayers does serve a purpose. First of all, they remind us of the power of sin. And, he said, we need to learn to give our pain over to God. We need to express those feelings,  and bringing our pain to God is bringing it to a safe place. God loves us, He knows our junk, and we aren’t going to hurt Him by bringing Him our pain.

Pastor Carlson contrasted this “Bad Prayer” with the “Good Prayer” of Psalm 23. He noted that it’s unfortunate that we’ve come to associate “The Shepherd’s Psalm” with death because we’ve heard it used so often at funerals. He said that this is a Psalm for life. We have a Good Shepherd who died for our sins, and He reminds us that His love and power are greater than our sin and pain. “Bad prayers lead to Good Prayers. Thoughts of vengeance lead to forgiveness.”


Which led to communion. “You don’t need to be a member of this congregation, you don’t need to be a part of this denomination, because Christ is our Host,” Pastor Carlson said in the invitation to Communion. Ushers directed people to go forward for the sacrament, and they had quite the traffic cop skills. There was a choice for grape juice or wine and wheat or gluten-free bread.


Vocalist Debi Ruud, who had sung “Go to Hell” earlier, closed the service with the song “Prayer Changes Things” which was popularized by Mahalia Jackson. It was lovely, but I missed having congregational singing during the service. We did participate through responsive reading and interactive prayers.


The postlude was an instrumental version of “I say a Little Prayer.” I’m not sure, but it may be one of the first times I’ve heard a Burt Bacharach piece in a worship service -- as it was the first time we’d heard a Nina Simone song in church (we heard a song of Mahalia Jackson’s in church just about a year ago).


Everyone was invited to go to another building for refreshments. (Early in the service, people were invited to sign two sign-ups they’d find near the food. One was for updates on the Jazz Masses and the other was for volunteering to bring food after the Jazz Masses. “Whatever you bring, we’ll eat it.”) So we went to the other building and there was fine snackage.


It was a nice opportunity to chat with people. I saw Eric, who I had shaken hands with during the greeting time in the service. I asked him if he regularly went to Hope, and he said it’d been his church for the last twenty years (calculating by the age of his children). For a time, while his kids were young and involved with various activities such as soccer, they weren’t making it to church as often. This hit home when the family was driving by Hope Lutheran and one of his daughters said, “Where do we go to church again?” Eric decided they needed to be more faithful to church attendance, and they have been.


I asked what he appreciated about the church, and he said one thing was the pastor. The children’s and youth programs were another big factor in their devotion to the church. He said they’re good programs and that the church kind of has a motto, “Program it and they will come.”


The Sunday night Jazz Masses happen pretty much every month, and Eric said some people who take the morning off on Jazz Sundays in order to attend in the evening.


We did have a good time in the service, and appreciated that no one sang “Go to Hell” addressed to us personally.


Statistics
Service Length: 1 hour 9 minutes
Sermon Length: 15 minutes
Visitor Treatment: No particular notice of visitors, although the invitation to the Communion table was specifically extended to all, not just church members.
Followup by Tuesday Morning: none (but they didn’t know we were there)
Our Rough Count: 116
Probable Ushers’ Count: 125
Snacks: coffee, decaf, hot water for tea or hot chocolate, a wide variety of cookies and other sweets
Musicians: Standup bass (man)
Fresno, California's Hope Lutheran Church after dark
Saxophone (man)
Trumpet (man)
Piano (man)
Drums (man)
Vocals (woman)
Songs: Psalm 23:1
Go to Hell
Angry
Psalm 23:1-4
"Prayer"
“Prayer Changes Things”
“Say a Little Prayer”
Distance to Church: 2.5 miles
Open WiFi: no
Tie/Suit Count: 2
Church Website: hopelutheranfresno.org

Tuesday, April 23, 2019

We go to church in Nashville (2016)

12 South campus of Midtown Fellowship
12 South (Midtown Fellowship), Nashville, Tennesee
"We'd like to be known as a hospital for sinners and not a museum for saints," Elliot Cherry (interim pastor at 12 South and "pastor in residence," a kind of internship program at Midtown Fellowship) said in response to my question about what kind of community Midtown Fellowship was aiming to be. Thoughout the service, especially during the announcements, there were references to community.

There was an announcement for men's backyard gathering at someone's home to help men learn to "walk in community." There was an announcement for a meeting of young professionals (age 25 - 35) with another reference to living in community, and the same for a morning meeting for young moms. I believe "community" was also mentioned in an announcement for an upcoming get-together at Las Paletas, a local shop that sells artisanal popsicles.  (Matt, who made the announcements, pronounced this as "Pilates," leading Pastor Elliot to promise unending grief about the matter.)

parking lot door into Midtown Fellowship 12 South campus
I also heard mention of community while talking with Anna, a young woman sitting in the row ahead of us during Sunday morning worship. She said she appreciates being in a neighborhood where she sees the same people she sees at church on Sunday morning. She'll go out to breakfast and see people from church. "I've never had this before," she said.

The mission statement in their flyers discusses community, "Midtown's vision of Gospel Transformation is one we see playing out in context of community. A large majority of the New Testament were addressed not to individuals, but to communities... To this end of transformation and as an act of faith in the Spirit's work, we design and participate in small groups together."

The church has four different campuses; Midtown 12 South, which we attended, has three Sunday services. The three other campuses have just one Sunday service each. It seems an intentional plan to keep the congregations relatively small (the service we attended was at capacity with just over 200 people in attendance) rather than meeting in a mega-church facility.

Even the youth and children's ministry seems to have this focus on community. I talked to a young man named Tillman. He said his family had attended a much larger church previously and has been attending Midtown for nearing a year. He liked that the youth group (meeting weekly on Sunday nights) was small enough that he could know everyone. He also liked that middle school and high school students met together. He was looking forward to a ministry trip the church would be taking to St. Louis.

The elementary children, kindergarten through 5th grade, meet during the worship service and also have time together. Missy, a volunteer with the children, told me the kids meet together and do something active and then divide into smaller groups. The activity that day focused on prayer and the variety of ways God answers prayer. The children were encouraged to write down a prayer, wad up the paper and then throw it at the white board target (with "No" in the outer circle, "Not right now" in the midsection and "Yes" at the center).

One thing I found interesting about community (as one of two focuses in the morning) is that it fit right in with what we've been hearing in bars. If you haven't been following our other travel blog (for shame!), we're visiting a bar in every state as well as a church in every state. When we go into a bar, we always ask two questions, "What makes for a good bar?" and "Whether you go or not, what would make for a good church?" Obviously, we've gotten a variety of responses, but the most common answer to the first question has been, "A good bar is where everyone knows your name, you know, like Cheers." It seems like what many people are looking for in a bar is community; perhaps similar to the kind of community being sought at Midtown Fellowship.

One of the most common answers we receive in bars about what would make for a good church is "A place where I won't be judged". A big theme in the morning's sermon on Jonah was the dangers and evil of self-righteousness. When I asked Pastor Elliot about this after the service, he said that he believed the biggest reason for the world's hatred of the church is self-righteousness. He'd heard it said that many people in the church are like the elder brother in the parable of the Prodigal Son, and we'd probably be a lot better off if we spent more time preaching toward the sins of the elder brother rather than the sins of the younger brother.

I greatly appreciated that morning's sermon. Elliot said he believed the key to the whole book of Jonah is found in the line, "Salvation belongs to the Lord." Our problem as Christians, as people, is believing that we can save ourselves. This is another way to describe self-righteousness, "the grossest thing we are capable of," Elliot said. He pointed out that the more self-righteous we are, the less likely we are to see we are self-righteous.

Elliot gave some signposts for self-righteousness ("Don't worry, this will get uncomfortable.")
1) You are not a comfort to hurting people.
2) Troubled people don't want to talk to you about their problems.
3) Perpetual worry and anxiety (because we think solving all problems is up to us).
4) Being unable to receive criticism.
5) And the biggest sign of self-righteousness is not knowing you're self-righteous (because everyone is).

I appreciated the sermon, and I heard from others that they appreciated the preaching at the church. Missy said that there didn't seem to be any urgency in the teaching of the church to wrap up every lesson with a happy ending. There is an acknowledgment of all of our brokenness.  Eventually, after this life, God will make all things right, but until then, we will all hurt. And that's okay, if we're there for each other.

Leaving Sunday morning, I was wishing I could take our bar friends to Midtown.

Statistics
Service Length: 1 hour 13 minutes
Sermon Length: 29 minutes
Visitor Treatment: The greeting time during the worship service (during which people could get coffee downstairs if they wanted it) was convivial; we filled out the visitors' card we found at the back of the room on a shelf with Bibles, information cards, and offering envelopes. Mindy handed it to a greeter after the worship service because she didn't see the offering box where cards were supposed to be deposited (the area, near the doors, was crowded). He said he'd take care of it.
Followup by Tuesday Morning: none
Our Rough Count: 230
Probable Ushers' Count: 250
Snacks: coffee and decaf, ice water with lemon, various syrups and creamers for coffee
Musicians: drums (man), electric and acoustic guitar (man), electric bass (man), keyboards (woman), percussion (woman)
Songs: "Come ye Sinners, Poor and Wretched"
"Pass me not, O Gentle Savior"
"Lord, I Need You"
"In the Evening, in the Nighttime"
"Dear Refuge of my Weary Soul"
"Doxology" (a capella)
Miles to church: two blocks
Miles from start: 11,624
Total 2016 Miles: 11,369



Midtown Fellowship Nashville

Saturday, March 16, 2019

Revisiting 2015: Dorris, San Ysidro, Big River, and Ferndale (California's Compass Points)

In 2015, we planned to visit churches all over California. To get the year off to a big start (and incidentally to find out how we felt about spending hours and hours and hours in a car together) we decided to visit the furthest north, south, east, and west churches we could find in California. Each weekend that month, we drove up 10 hours (each way) for Sunday morning worship services. Here's what we wrote about that month's experiences.

GPS and us 
Garmin and I don't always agree. Not as smart as some GPS systems, Garmin doesn't know about road construction or traffic snafus. Garmin doesn't always understand that we want to see the ocean or the trees. But there are times when we do what Garmin says without question because we have no idea where we're going. Garmin usually comes through.

We'll be relying on Garmin a bit more this year as we begin a new adventure. We're taking our Church Pilgriming on the road, out of Sonoma County, visiting churches throughout California. Just to show (perhaps most of all to ourselves) that we're serious about seeing variety in the state, in the month of January we'll be going to a church as far north as we can, and then to a church as far south as we can go, then east, then west. And we'll be listening to Garmin on those weekends. Not always obeying, but listening.

In this New Year, we'll all be looking for direction one way or another; perhaps for vocation, finances or relationships. Or you might be looking for spiritual direction. You might be looking to grow in your relationship with God. But, of course, there's no spiritual Garmin.

Or perhaps there is. God's "Garmin" tools include Scripture, prayer, meditation, and counsel from wise friends. Perhaps even finding a good church where God speaks to you. Just a friendly traveling tip for the New Year: God's direction, unlike Garmin, always gets you where you need to be.

NORTH: 
First Baptist Church of Dorris
Our plan this month is to go to churches at the far points of the compass, and this last weekend the compass pointed north. We didn't go "North by Northwest" as in the Hitchcock film or just "North" as in the Rob Reiner film that Roger Ebert wrote he "hated, hated, hated." No, we went northeast-- to the small town of Dorris, just below the Oregon border.

Coming out of the Christmas season, images of the North were fresh in mind; especially the North Pole populated by Santa, reindeer, elves, etc. We were pleased that there was, in fact, snow in the mountains and along the road to conform to that northern imagery.

I was curious about the imagery of "North" in the Bible and discovered that though it is often used as a direction (as one would expect from historical stories of battles and travels), it doesn't have a consistently positive or negative connotation. In Job 37: 22 we find "out of the north comes golden splendor, around God is awesome majesty." In Isaiah 14:31, however, "smoke comes from the north," and it's not a good thing. Of course, when the nation of Israel was divided, Judah became the Southern Kingdom. Israel was the Northern Kingdom and the first to fall.

As far north as we could go, ecclesiastically, in California, we found the First Baptist Church of Dorris. We mentioned to the pastor before the service the reasoning (such as it was) that brought us there, and he (and, in another conversation, his wife) was quick to point out that their congregation was actually part of their denomination's Northwest District in Oregon. But the church was still south of the California border, which is what mattered to us.

The sermon that morning was taken from I Timothy chapter 3, which begins with a discussion of the people of the last days. The pastor pointed out that we were now in "the future" of the Back to the Future films, wherein Marty McFly travels from 1985 to the hovercraft-filled time of 2015. I, at times, felt a sense of time travel in the service, but back in time to when I attended the Wikiup Evangelical Free Church in the 1970's.

At the beginning of the service, birthdays and anniversaries were recognized -- just as we did at WEFC back in the day, with the honoree putting money in a special offering box in the front, followed by a chorus of "Happy Birthday"(with a bonus recited blessing from the whole congregation). Many of the songs (led by the pastor's wife and accompanied by piano) were songs we sang when I was a kid, such as "Victory in Jesus" and "Wonderful Words of Life." There was a sense of family in the small congregation like that I'd felt as a child.

Before the service, during the service greeting time, and after the service, many people welcomed us warmly. We also saw the regulars greeting each other happily, with particular attention paid to the young children (who departed to their class after a few songs with the whole congregation). The bulletin included a word search to occupy kids while they were in the service, but most of the kids we saw looked a bit young for word puzzles.

We noticed drums in the front of the sanctuary, which went unused throughout the service. We don't know if there is a worship band in the 6:00 pm service, the Wednesday evening service, or in the Spanish language service that meets there on Sunday afternoons, but during while we were there, the only musical accompaniment besides the piano was recorded tracks to accompany a couple of choruses. The choruses were printed on the back of the bulletin, while the other songs were sung from one of the two hymnals on the back of the pews.

During the service a couple of different congregants -- possibly both were deacons -- were called on to pray. The pastor was the only Scripture reader. The sermon was a solid encouragement to read and follow God's Word in the New Year, buttressed by a testimony from a couple who has a ministry of giving out Bibles to the homeless.

Mindy and I were made to feel quite at home in the far north this Sunday morning.

Statistics:
Service length:                        58 minutes
Sermon length:                       23 minutes
Visitor treatment:                    There were no visitor's cards or other means to register our attendance. Visitors were not acknowledged in any special way during the service. But we were greeted by many before, during and after the worship service.
Our Rough Count:                  34
Probable Usher's Count:         40
Snacks:   No sign of 'em, but we don't know if coffee and/or treats were part of the earlier Sunday School hour (we think there were at least two adult classes).

Songs:
"Victory in Jesus"
"Brethren, We Have Met to Worship"
"Wonderful Words of Life"
"We Have Heard the Joyful Sound"
"Ancient Words"
"Above All"
"Have You Been to Calvary"
Miles Travelled to Dorris:       312


SOUTH
The Rock Church, San Ysidro
When we arrived at a quarter to for the 8:00 am service at The Rock Church's SanYsidro location, there were many more volunteers and staff in view than attendees. San Ysidro High School (where the newest congregation of The Rock meets), hosts the southernmost congregation in California, at least from what we could figure with internet research. There was good signage when we got off the freeway, directing us to the church, and large signs and banners at the high school. A friendly volunteer in an Oakland Raiders sweatshirt under his safety vest directed us to a parking spot.

Entering the school theater that acts as the sanctuary, we were greeted by folks in black t-shirts reading, "Hello." A woman at the door handed me a bulletin and asked me if I needed a pen. "I know he's going to have you take notes," she said.  

It's a nice theater, capable of seating about 400 people. I assume the 10:00 am and noon services at the same location are better attended, but for the 8:00 am worship, the room was only about a quarter filled. Announcements flashed on the screen and a chiefly youngish crowd of mixed ethnicities leisurely filed in. 
We noticed the clock on a screen on the back wall, counting down the minutes and seconds until the service began. This is something we've seen in a lot of churches. Unique (in our experience, anyway) was the countdown that continued during the service for music sets, announcements, and even the sermon. There was a good reason for this.

The Rock is one church meeting at four locations (plus "micro-sites," which we forgot to ask about) throughout San Diego County. Combining the campuses, Rock Church is one of the largest churches in the country, with a weekly attendance of over 15,000 people in 18 weekly services. The church began in the year 2000, meeting on the campus of San Diego State University (my alma mater). The San Ysidro campus is the newest, begun in September of last year, and the church plans to begin services at yet another site in a few months.

Right at 8:00 am, we were welcomed (on the screen) by a youth pastor from another of the campuses. A little later, the "Campus Pastor" gave some announcements, live. He encouraged people to join small groups called "Life Groups," which meet in various homes throughout the week.  He said, "It's important to connect, so you'll be connected and stay connected." So, I've got to agree, thumbs up to connection.

A live worship band of three singers and four musicians didn't always follow their assigned time on the back screen, occasionally going a minute or two over. We found it interesting that there were no women in the band, and no women on stage or screen all morning (though women made up a fair percentage of the ushers and counseling team).

The congregation joined in enthusiastically with the worship, and it certainly wasn't a morning where the singing and performance of the worship band was the focus. We sang one verse of "Amazing Grace" in Spanish as part of the "Amazing Grace/My Chains are Gone" medley. (During the second two services of the morning, Spanish translation was available, but not for our 8:00 am service. During the sermon, the pastor mentioned he was working to learn Spanish.)

Miles McPherson, a former football player with the San Diego Chargers and MDiv grad from Azusa Pacific University, appeared on the screen (as I assume he appeared in two other campuses, but one live). He preached from Esther on the need to seize the Kairos Moments God gives us (a topic of a series we heard at another multicampus church, Santa Rosa Methodist, last year). McPherson is a quite appealing personality (though I thought of my youngest daughter's feminist sensibilities when he illustrated the story of Esther's beauty regimen with remarks about his wife's moisturizing).

There was an altar call at the end of the sermon for a commitment to Christ or a recommitment, and seven people came forward. This was introduced by McPherson on the screen, but the campus pastor prayed and instructed those who came forward, shaking their hands and facilitating their meeting with members of a team wearing "Altar Call" t-shirts.

After a closing song, there was an announcement about giving. Plates weren't passed, but we were encouraged to give in one of three ways: drop off money in a box in the lobby, give online or give via text message.

A missionary friend of mine once said, "If you can't plant a church in Southern California, you can't plant a church anywhere." Whether this statement is fair or not, it looks like this four-month-old plant is off to a good start.

Statistics
Service Length:                       1 hour 17 minutes
Sermon Length:                      36 minutes (counting introductory prayer)
Visitor Treatment:                   We were greeted warmly by a number of volunteers, but no special attention to visitors. There was a form in the bulletin for updating information, but no mention of what to do with it.
Our Rough Count:                  106
Actual! Ushers' Count:           112 (we overheard one usher telling another)
Snacks:                                    We saw a room with coffee and (we think) snacks, but it seemed to be for the volunteers. With the rainy weather, a variety of things like the bookstore had been moved inside, so possibly coffee was normally available outside.
Songs:                                      "Our Father"
                                                "You are Faithful"
                                                "Amazing Grace/My Chains are Gone"
                                                "We Glorify Your Name"
Miles to place:                         566


EAST
Big River Baptist Church

If you drive twelve hours to go to a worship service, you don't want to be late. It's especially frustrating when you were really there in time; you just didn't know it was time. This last weekend we were going to the furthest east church we could find, and that was part of the reason we were late.

When I thought about "east" in Scripture, my first thought was Genesis 4:16, "So Cain left the Lord's presence and lived in the land of Nod, east of Eden." Steinbeck used that verse to name a novel, of course. It makes one think of "East" as being away from paradise and away from God. Some travelers in the Mojave Desert of the eastern edge of California might have thought that was appropriate, but it's not the case when one reaches Big River -- not an incorporated city, but a beautiful resort spot on the Colorado River.



Anyway, again, the Big River Baptist Church being east is really why we were late for church. During the week, Mindy called the church and left a message asking about the worship time. And the pastor of the church kindly returned her call and let her know that Sunday School started at 9:00 am and the worship service started at 10:00 am.


We spent Saturday night in Needles, about an hour away from Big River, because the only motel in Big River was closed for renovations. We enjoyed the drive through the desert and arrived to see people pulling up to the church at 9:00 am (we assumed for Sunday School, and were happy and impressed that so many were in attendance). We decided to walk around the town and look at the river before church. We should have gotten a clue from a sign for a community event that posted the time of the event with the words "Arizona Time" in parentheses.




We went back to the church at quarter to ten and heard music inside. "Oh, they sing during Sunday School," I thought. But we went down to the sanctuary and looked inside. The pastor was approaching the pulpit to preach. We snuck into the back row of the reasonably full sanctuary, and it became obvious to us it was the worship service, not Sunday School, especially when the man next to Mindy offered us his bulletin.


After the service, we learned that even though the church is in California, it goes by Arizona time (which, in the winter, is one hour earlier than Pacific Standard Time). The Colorado River, which is the border, is almost within sight of the church, and driving to the bridge which crosses the state line takes about five minutes. The 10:00 am starting time was 9:00 am California time.

According to the bulletin, we missed opening prayer, the welcome, announcements, two hymns, prayer time and the tithes and offerings. Since that all took 45 minutes, my guess is (partly based on the many requests listed on the back of the bulletin) they spend a good deal of time in prayer.

But we werein time for the sermon, so I'll talk about that. The title was "Ashamed of the Gospel" with Romans 1: 16 & 17 as the opening text. The pastor argued that being hesitant to share the Gospel is equivalent to being ashamed of the Gospel. He said we must present the true Gospel, not one of the false Gospels floating around these days. He mentioned the false Gospels of Religion, Materialism, and Liberalism. (Talking about the Gospel of Liberalism, he described it as the Gospel of "I'm okay; you're okay, so God must love me. But He doesn't -- God hates us as we are. Our sin turns His stomach." I think I understand what he was getting at, but that's not how I'd phrase it.)

He presented the true Gospel as being through faith in Christ's death on the cross. And the sermon ended with an altar call, either to trust in Christ or commit to the church. We sang the first verse of "Trust and Obey" during the call, but no one came forward.

We had a very nice time talking with the pastor and his wife after the service. After discussing Pacific Standard vs. Mountain Standard Time, we discussed the demographics of the congregation. Many of those who attend during this season are "snowbirds" (retirees who come down for the warm climate during the winter.) A different crowd populates the area for river recreation during the summer, and attendance usually suffers, often dropping by half (but the pastor said it is getting better).

The pastor and his wife said they'd like us to visit again. That is one tough thing about this current gig we've undertaken. Whenever we're invited to return, we know it won't happen for a couple of years -- though we would like to be there for a whole service.

Statistics
Service length:                          1 hour 30 minutes
Sermon length:                          35 minutes
Visitor treatment:                      We were greeted warmly after the service, but we, of course, don't know how guests might be treated during the service because we missed much of it.
Our rough count:                       45
Probable ushers' count:             50 
Snacks:                                      None that we knew of
Songs:                                        "Our God Reigns" (choir)
                                                   "Send the Light"
                                                   "Sweet, Sweet Spirit"
                                                   "He Touched Me" (solo)
                                                   "Trust and Obey" 
                                                   "The Bond of Love"
Miles from home to church:          690


WEST
Our Savior's Lutheran Church, Ferndale
 In Acts 1:8 we read Jesus' command to his disciples to "be my witnesses in Jerusalem, and in all of Judea and Samaria and to all the ends of the earth." I guess you could say one of those ends is Ferndale, CA. But this week, we didn't just visit the furthest west church in California, but the furthest west in the contiguous United States.

The pastor greeted us (as he was greeting everyone) on the front steps of the church, and told us he was excited about the morning because there would be a baptism with a great family. Mindy and I hold to believer's baptism, wherein the person being dipped or dunked or in some way made wet knows what they're doing. We had services of dedication for our children rather than baptisms. But there is no denying infant baptisms are fun (and usually boost the morning attendance a bit,) 

We had heard good things about the church the night before, after eating at Ferndale Pie Company. Mindy asked the man behind the counter for directions to the church. He told us it was a place his family went to at times, and that his parents always went to the pastor's other church in Fortuna. The pastor, Paul Demant, leads the 9:00 am service in Ferndale and then goes to the 11:00 am service in Fortuna. He also said to stick around for the hearty lunch after church.


The pianist was having fun with the prelude, riffing on hymns and choruses, keeping things lively. As we walked up to the church and again before the service began, we heard the bell in the church tower chime. It chimed again after the first songs; according to the bulletin, this was to let the community know that we were at worship.


The baptism was fun, of course, 'cause babies are cute. It was interesting that the congregation was asked to support the child and her family with a responsive reading using the Apostles' Creed.
The Scripture readings were fishy, in a good way, taken from Jonah 3 and Mark 1. Both were calls to God's people to proclaim his news: Jonah after being thrown up from the sea to the Ninevites and Jesus' call to His new disciples to be fishers of men. This was the topic for the children's sermon, and each child was given a stuffed animal (fish or whale) to remember the Scriptures. I can support this kind of bribery.


The sermon was based on those two texts, a call to evangelism. But the pastor seemed a bit overly concerned about people hating the very idea of evangelism, implying that if people knew the topic they would have skipped church. He assured the congregation that they weren't called to go door to door. He did encourage the congregation to consider two simple forms of outreach. He made available tins for people to fill with cookies to give neighbors. And he encouraged people to invite others to their monthly country/western service.

I appreciated the concrete suggestions, but I think he gave fear of evangelism a bit too much credence. Not everyone needs to be Billy Graham, but there are times all of us can share what God is doing in our lives with those. We can let people know we'll pray for them when they're in trouble. Jesus let His followers know they might face the cross; it's okay for us to let people know they might be called to share their faith. But again, his two suggestions weren't a bad start.

The service continued with communion and then, after the closing hymn, announcements. There were a number of activities offered - men's and women's Bible studies, Bingo, quilting and a Super Bowl party in the fellowship hall. And the guy at the pie shop wasn't wrong about the lunch spread offered after church.

Inviting others to this church wouldn't be an embarrassing thing.



Statistics
Service length:              1 hour
Sermon length:              18 minutes
Visitor treatment:           The pastor greeted us before church, and a good many people asked us to the meal after church (at which people were quite friendly).
Our rough count:                       71 people
Probable usher's count:             80 people
Snacks:                                    The potluck brunch included chicken, mac & cheese, franks and beans, sausage and biscuits, sandwich makings, dessert and more (including coffee upon entering the room). Happy eating.


Songs: "Keep Your Lure in the Water"
            "You Have Come Down to the Lakeshore"
             "Here in this Place"
             "Children of the Heavenly Father"
             "I Heard the Voice of Jesus Say"
             "Softly and Tenderly"
             "Onward Christian Soldiers"
Miles to church this week:         196

Total California miles for the month: 3,531

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