I like things that are ridiculous. There is a picture, floating about on the internet, of Jesus (inexplicably) break-dancing in the Vatican, surrounded by a half-circle of bishops cheering him on. The caption is from Matthew 20:28—For the Son of Man came not to be served, but to serve.
Yes, because when you lose a dance battle, you are told, “You’ve been served.” I love it. It might be sacrilegious (I don’t think it is—I think Jesus would have gladly participated in a break-dancing battle if it would mean opening a door for conversation, community and redemption) or irreverent (it is super irreverent, but in a loving kind of way); to me, it speaks.
Of course, serving and being served aren’t about dominance, whether it be through dance or through descending down to assist those we consider below ourselves. Those who serve do so because it is what must be done, not because it makes a great picture to post on social media, nor offers a chance to say, “I can’t be a bad person! I served these folks in this capacity a while back.” Serving, one could even argue, gets us out of our comfort zones, and even out of ourselves, to use the hands and feet of Jesus.
In honor of serving as a spiritual gift, which we’re covering this Sunday, there’s a few changes to worship. Weather permitting, we’ll be worshiping on the patio between buildings. Outside. We will have amplification and hearing assistance, please don’t worry about that. Additionally, the hymns are going to be fantastic—but might seem a bit off. This is intentional. I look forward to seeing you then.