I realized yesterday morning that I’ve accidentally become an Anglican.
Well, sort of.
You see, as an Evangelical, we base everything on the sermon. As the sermon goes, so goes the service. As the sermon went, so went the service. And you could say, as the sermon will go, so will go the service. That’s why, for example, people don’t say, “I go to North Point;” they say, “I go to Andy Stanley’s Church;” as if he owns it or something.
We like good preaching.
We also like good worship, but that’s not really a biggie since its now been proven that the Top 100 Churches in America — as selected by Outreach Magazine — are all using the same MIDI loops of Majesty, I Will Follow, and (for less cutting edge congregations) Revelation Song.
So given the choice, we choose on the basis of a good sermon.
I have three choices this weekend.
The preaching will be great at all three.
So I’m making my choice based on some advance information on the worship. As it turns out, I have in my computer the exact worship setlists from two of my three choices for the weekend services. This the worship-nerd equivalent of insider-trading information.
In other words, I’m choosing based on the liturgy. I’m prioritizing the liturgy. And as every good mainline Protestant knows, as the liturgy goes so goes the service. As the liturgy went, so went the service. And you could say, as the liturgy will go, so will go the service.
I can’t decide if I’m being discriminating, or if I’m being shallow.