From Serve-Us to Service
How many of you remember the old full-service gas stations? a friend of the family owned an Arco station in Arkansas. My uncles spent nearly every Saturday morning following him around while he worked. They would pick up around the place and they would get reward with chocolate milk and chocolate donuts. I they remembered Pop Pop John and his crew of about four men wearing their navy blue pants and blue pin strip shirts with the Arco logo on the pocket. Each one had a pocket protector with pens and a tire gauge protruding from it. When someone pulled up they would hear the familiar “ding ding” and watch the crew go to work. Those kinds of stations are mostly a memory these days. There was a time, for many of us, when church was a place we went to be served. We went to hear an inspiring message. We looked forward to our favorite hymns, to listen to a well-trained choir, to have the pastor pray over us, to have our children taught and our faith encouraged and then, having been “well served” we went home. That’s how I remember it anyway. Little has changed in this regard. If we were honest we’d have to admit that when we were “church shopping” we had our mental list of things we needed the church to be for us....
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