Sunday morning at the Meeting House
I’m given occasional opportunities to “check out” other churches. That’s built right into my job profile. Thanks HMC!
This past Sunday, Erika and I popped by the Meeting House in Oakville. It was our first visit to their new venue, located in the heart of an industrial complex. I was struck by the magnitude of the physical space, the simplicity of their design and, of course, the pre-service smoke coming from the dry ice machines on the stage.
From the 5 minute countdown, to the trance music playing as excerpts from writers were projected on the mega screen (I’m not kidding, the screen has to be 40 feet across); the service was filled with a sensory buffet.
Of course, my favorite part was getting to hear Bruxy Cavey speak. I’m continually amazed by his ability to make the complex, understandable; his openness to answer questions from anyone in an audience of hundreds; and his knowledge of everything from mating spiders to God’s revelation of Himself as a trinitarian community.
As I walked away I asked God to do one thing with me: Help me to make disciples who make disciples of Jesus Christ.
