I was home last week and I received a text from my (second?) cousin. She asked me to go to Hillsong church with her. I don’t believe she is a Christian so naturally I agreed. It’ll be good for her to learn more. I’ve never been to Hillsong church before, and I was nervous about whether my style would fit at the church (I’m quite picky).
It was quite a sight to see. All attendees were tall, good looking and well dressed. Wow. Interesting. As they started, a lot of yellow flags started popping up for me. “When are they going to start talking about the cost of following Jesus?” I thought. “When are we going to do exegetical analysis on scripture?” They do tend to focus on God’s love and grace more than I would prefer. And during worship (their musical talent is immaculate), everyone was raising their hands and shouting praises. Uh oh - maybe too many emotions?
The church is too hip and cool for me. And maybe a ton of people who were shouting Jesus’ name didn’t own Bibles (they didn’t). Maybe I didn’t get much out of it because I’m much more mature than most of the congregation was. Maybe they do like NIV and NLT more than NASB and Greek/Hebrew transliterations. But at one point, I realized, it doesn’t matter that these people aren’t as deep and grounded in Christ as they should be. Lord willing, they’ll get there. And you know why? Because they are there praising God, and shouting his name, and singing their hearts out because at least in that moment, nothing else really mattered to them, their hearts were on God.
And that makes it all ok.
Welcome to the body, newcomers.