I skipped church Sunday. I didn't even try to wake up for it. If you ask me for a bulletin to prove I was there, I have nothing to show.
That's because I did go to church Saturday night. Up until a few weeks ago, I had never done this, but I've done it every week since. It wasn't an easy thing to do at first. The thought of sleeping in on Sunday made me feel a little uneasy and probably a touch guilty.
My Saturday experiences have been in many ways much different than the typical Sunday ones. Saturday night is a much more intimate service. There are probably 300 people, compared to around 2,000 on Sundays. The sanctuary is portioned off to make sure people are sitting in the center sections so it doesn't feel too spread out. Instead of being on the stage, our pastor preaches on the floor at the same level as the seats. After the service, sometimes there's food as a way way for people to linger and hang out. Other times, there's an additional 30 minute class. (This week it was about communication.)
Yet the thing that I thought would be missing the most, was still there. There's a certain buzz around our church on Sunday mornings. When my dad visited the church, the first thing he said was, "This place feels alive." I can only believe that aliveness is the Holy Spirit. And while the crowds are smaller on Saturday the aliveness is still there. I shouldn't be surprised. After all where two or more is gathered, God is there.
What are your thoughts? Have you done the Saturday night thing? Does it matter what day of the week you go to church as long as you're setting aside time to corporately worship God?