Distracted, disgruntled, or distanced, you have taken a seat like I have.
Terse, tired, or troubled, you went through the welcome, the opening words.
Blah. Bored.
But something happened slowly or suddenly. And you know the something. It’s the Holy Spirit.
Rather than wait or feel the weight of a dull hour in church, anticipate. Listen. Feel.
Even in the longest, driest, most forever irrelevant sermon can do something if you let it. The something? Yes, again, it’s the Holy Spirit.
Maybe you’re thinking too much about how church isn’t when, in fact, you can think what church is—the very place where fire burns, joy expands, hope dances, justice stands, and God speaks specifically, deliberately, and intentionally to (and through) you.
APPLICATION: About that church seat, rather than sit back, sit up. The Holy Spirit isn’t a one-and-done, a been there, done that. It’s the energy surge, boom, rush, all-out power charge you can expect not one time but each time.