I've been thinking quite a lot recently about the practise of open or "multi-voiced" worship. It's very much part of our practise at WCF, arising from a mixture of both charismatic and (in the dim and distant past now) brethren influence. And while there are "risks" involved and issues to handle, there are some wonderful examples of things being shared from the body of the church that have far greater impact than the official voice of the pastor. But sometimes the best bits are when not much seems to be happening. This quote from Garrison Keillor's Lake Wobegon Days, reflecting on his (fictitious?) childhood in the brethren, says it all:
There was a lovely silence in the Brethren assembled on Sunday morning as we waited for the Spirit. Either the Spirit was moving someone to speak who was taking his sweet time or else the Spirit was playing a wonderful joke on us and letting us sit, or perhaps silence was the point of it.
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