It was a Good Friday

Today was a first. The first time we’ve ever had a Good Friday service in the middle of the day. We had no idea what to expect.

It wasn’t heavily promoted–just a few mentions on the weekend and a notice on the website. No printed promotional piece. How many people could even get away from their office on a work day? As a senior team, we guessed that 300 would be a win. In an outlandish act of faith, we prepared seating and communion for 500.

My heart first skipped a beat when I tweeted about the service a half hour before it started. I mentioned I didn’t know if 50 or 500 would show up. A quick reply from Jon Ferguson said, “Plan on 1,000 minimum. Seriously.” Jon is a smart guy and helps run a big church–so I was suddenly concerned that he might know something I didn’t.

Jon was right. We were wrong. People kept coming and coming and coming. At about 5 minutes before go time, we tried the “scoot over” announcement. That did nothing. For every chair we opened up–20 more people had come in through the back door. By the time it was all said and done, we ended up with a crowd of more than 1,200.

But when I came home, I wasn’t thinking about the numbers. I was thinking about the team. I watched Amy (who normally leads kids) greeting people at the door. I saw Mark (yeah, one of our pastors) in the parking lot directing traffic. I heard of people who drove to Target to buy more bread and juice for communion. I watched Trace move around the room finding more bread for lines that were running out. I watched Jason skillfully play and sing additional songs that had words he didn’t know with music he didn’t have–and Kathy skillfully picked up on that and led him with words on the screen. I saw Tom pick up a signal from me across a room packed with a thousand people and within seconds the one-thousand-pound wall panels were being stored away by 50+ volunteers and strangers who were glad to help.

Yes, it’s cool to be in a church filled with energy and excitement. And it’s fun when a bunch of people show up to remember Jesus’ sacrifice. But for me, today, the win was watching the team. It’s a team Jesus died for and it’s a team I love. And for me, that made it a good Friday.