I didn’t dig it. Wifey poo was on call and I understand fully that she doesn’t want to zip from the front row to the back and out the doors to take a call and disrupt services. She doesn’t want to distract others.
Me? Yeah… I agree with her. But I don’t have to like it.
On a humorous note I had a friend go off on a bit of a tangent explaining to me the other “front rowers” in society. He was kind enough to bring to my attention the tradition of patrons setting in the front row of a strip club. He reminded me President Obama routinely sat in the front row for Jeremiah Wright’s sermons. He reminded me the poor gal in the front row is the person that typically gets hit with the chair accidentally on the Steve Wilkos Show. He was able to force me to picture the guy in the front row of the boxing match that gets spit, sweat, and blood spattered on him.
James 4:8 – Draw near to God and He will draw near to you. Cleanse your hands, you sinners; and purify your hearts, you double-minded.
All that nonsense my buddy spewed has not deterred me in the slightest. He was being jovial of course, but he didn’t shake me. Besides it is rare that my Pastor is able to get frothy enough for his spittle to span the distance from him to me. My cat-like reflexes have proven steadfast in the ability to avoid the fluids of my passionate Pastor. 😉
I’m in the front row for life my friends. Even the ramblings of a guy trying to shake me to my core won’t dislodge me. I’m so convinced that’s the place for me I’m considering getting T Shirts printed to that end…
So it is for me. I’m not sure being closer to the Pastor in proximity is akin to being closer to God in spirit, but I love how I’m able to engage in the message and intent of the sermon from up front.
Join me friends. The front row phenomena will consume you…
Romans 12:1 – Therefore I urge you, brethren, by the mercies of God, to present your bodies a living and holy sacrifice, acceptable to God, which is your spiritual service of worship.