Today our church won't have church.
Or will we?
We'll opt instead to organize dozens of volunteers to man inflatables for children, serve the pig that cooked all night, and cheer the players on two sand courts as the volleyball tournament becomes a fight to the finish.
Signs are up all over our small town saying "Free BBQ/1-4pm."
If it is like years past, we'll see some volleyball regulars that show up once a year to compete for first place. There will be children squealing in delight, new relationships forged, and a sense of community that is strategically planned for and orchestrated.
A voice will come out of the event that says, You are loved here. Come. Eat.
And we won't even have had church.
Or will we?
