Anyone that knows me, knows that I like John Wayne western movies. If you are a fellow fan of such you can relate to the exchange of favorite clips and quotes from specific movies. And you enjoy seeing them, regardless of how many times before. They can even take you back in memories and dreams of better times and hopes of better days.
God help us if that is what we have reduced the worship services to on Sunday mornings. Nothing more than repeats of our favorite texts and quotations, fond memories of a bygone era or dreams of what could be. Knowing that lunch is coming and the concession stand will be open then, or maybe you have become one that sits during preaching sipping coffee or cool water and even snacks as your favorite preacher/performer entertains you one more time.
The thought is enough to make me sick and probably, if we consider what the Lord said to one church, to make the Lord spew us out. The concept of casual service, theater seating, repeated shows of the same message back to back smacks of industrialized showmanship.
I can hardly get the picture of someone pulling up a folding chair and a glass of their favorite beverage to watch the show at Mt. Sinai. Or bringing popcorn to the mount of transfiguration, or how about smores at the ascension from the Mount of Olives?
My Lord how much has Hollywood warped our minds even in the service of God? Mercy.