Tonight was our last worship service in the current Church of the Highlands building. And by "building" I mean "old furniture store in a shopping center that includes taekwondo gyms and a strange deli." Needless to say, it wasn't the ideal location for a church that has thousands of people walk through its doors every week. I'm fairly positive we break fire codes multiple times each Sunday.
But no matter how small or inconvenient the space, it was ours. Rather, it was God's. Tucked away in the corner off Airport & Glenn, we sang from the bottom of our hearts, prayed with all we had, and loved each other more than you normally love strangers. Church of the Highlands was the second church I visited when I moved to Auburn, and I immediately knew it would become home. I'm so comfortable there that I even go by myself sometimes, because I would rather be alone & awkward than miss out on the incredible times we have there.
Tonight the walls were bare, the stage was cleared, and it was a little weird. It was a very intimate night of acoustic worship, but still incredible, and perfect in a goodbye sort of way. I found myself feeling the same way I felt when I moved to a new house in 9th grade. Mixed emotions, because although you're going somewhere newer and better, you're still a little sad, because you're leaving your home, where it's comfortable and familiar and easy.
So on Sunday morning, when we drive just a little farther down Glenn and park in an actual parking lot and enter an actual church building, it will become a new home. Of course, it doesn't really matter where we're worshipping from, because God is the same no matter where we are. The new building is not the church, we are the church.
God's already there, and I'm so excited.
This was the last hurrah. See ya, furniture store.
But no matter how small or inconvenient the space, it was ours. Rather, it was God's. Tucked away in the corner off Airport & Glenn, we sang from the bottom of our hearts, prayed with all we had, and loved each other more than you normally love strangers. Church of the Highlands was the second church I visited when I moved to Auburn, and I immediately knew it would become home. I'm so comfortable there that I even go by myself sometimes, because I would rather be alone & awkward than miss out on the incredible times we have there.
Tonight the walls were bare, the stage was cleared, and it was a little weird. It was a very intimate night of acoustic worship, but still incredible, and perfect in a goodbye sort of way. I found myself feeling the same way I felt when I moved to a new house in 9th grade. Mixed emotions, because although you're going somewhere newer and better, you're still a little sad, because you're leaving your home, where it's comfortable and familiar and easy.
So on Sunday morning, when we drive just a little farther down Glenn and park in an actual parking lot and enter an actual church building, it will become a new home. Of course, it doesn't really matter where we're worshipping from, because God is the same no matter where we are. The new building is not the church, we are the church.
God's already there, and I'm so excited.
This was the last hurrah. See ya, furniture store.