This past weekend we were very excited as Jennifer's sister and her new husband worshipped with us for the every first time. Rebecca and Charlie are 20 somethings who are not yet Christians but seem to be searching for more out of life.
As often happens when you bring lost people to church, funny things happen. Saturday night was a prime example. As Rebecca (Jennifer's sister) settled in for worship and made herself comfortable, she crossed her legs therefore exposing her decorative socks. At first glance I thought they were Christmas socks as they were quite colorful. Upon closer examination I realized they were actually "party" socks. Her leggings read "I'm here for the margaritas!"
I couldn't help but laugh as I was certain, last time I checked, that Cafe 920 didn't serve those kind of drinks:) But the more I thought about it, the more I loved it. I loved it because I can't help but get excited when I see a lost person dawn the doors of the church even if they don't know what's appropriate and what's not. I love to see sinners step into an unfamiliar and often uncomfortable environment for the purpose of finding God...even if they wear their party socks. It tells me there are sick people in the house.
When I look around and see party socks, I'm reminded that the church is far from a social club for Christians, it's a hospital for the sick. Jesus said it himself: "It is not the healthy who need a doctor, but the sick. I have not come to call the righteous, but sinners."
Rebecca, we were glad you came to church with us, socks and all!