Coffeehouse church
Last Sunday evening we did church in a Walkerton coffeehouse.
My tradition typically spends a lot of time preparing two aspects of a church service: the music (we call it worship) and the sermon.
The coffeehouse was different. There was no live music and no sermon.
We spent time reflecting on a painting and a song. We spent time listening to each other. We spent time drinking coffee and eating brownies.
Everyone was empowered to participate.
At the end of the night I reflected on some highlights: one person dropped in off the street and said they were glad they did; our surveys indicated unanimous interest in doing it again; and I was inspired to keep dreaming.
Here’s some video footage from the evening.
