The decision to go to a 2nd service pressed our definition of comfort. We knew it was a need last spring, but knew that we needed to navigate it well. Our venue was elbow to elbow, shoulder to shoulder. While a far cry from underground catacombs, it was tough to see a new person come into the room and only find a seat on the front row (which, by the way, Revolutionaries, is something we should not make them do. Get some earplugs. Move up front). We worried about burning out our volunteers, nobody showing up, and a myriad of other logistical issues. Frankly, most of all, I was afraid to fail.
It's one Sunday...and not every Sunday is a storybook conference kind of Sunday (young church planters - read that line again...and then again...). Revolution still has a ton of challenges and opportunities to grow in maturity. I still need to make sure our volunteer teams walk the tension of vision, needs, and sabbath well. Yet, it's really cool to see God show up when you, and your community of faith, put yourselves in positions where you NEED God to show up. If I've learned anything so far from my time at Revolution, it's that these kinds of stories are the ones worth telling.
We're not there yet. Not by far. But I'm praising God for what He did in our city this weekend.