At the suggestion of Kevin, we decided to check out Highland Park UMC in Dallas, TX. On a side note, Kevin, we tried to get there during the 930 service to at least try to say hello. But timing didn’t work out. Sorry we missed you. It would’ve been really cool to see you. Next time…
But because we ran into scheduling conflicts in the morning, I got to drive my sister-in-law’s BMW to the church.That probably will be the first and last time I ever get to drive a beamer.
The wife was telling me that Highland is one of the wealthiest districts in Dallas and that her alma mater, SMU was right there.
We decided to go to the contemporary worship. Only because so many people think that this style of worship is unnecessary and will eventually fade out, or something of that matter.
It was kind of confusing when we got there. We didn’t really know where to park, or if there was a visitor parking for us. We found a stall, but didn’t know if it was for church parking. But we parked anyway. As I walked out, I realized that I parked the car in the midst of other BMWs and Mercedes. It was an odd feeling.
We didn’t really know where to go. So we just started following people who were crossing the street. I remembered on the church’s website that the contemporary worship was in a different building for a little while. So I figured, following the people crossing the street would be a good bet.
We didn’t really get welcomed, except by the person handing out the bulletin. At least it wasn’t the creepy, over-welcoming that I got at Willow Creek.
It was great, and relieving to see so many people in worship at a UMC. There were a good mix of people, from old to young, from those wearing suits and formal attire to those rocking mohawks. But it was rather homogeneous when it came to ethnicity.
After the welcoming came one of the awkwardest moments of worship for me: the passing of the peace. I don’t know what to say. Is hello enough? Why do they need to know my name? Why do I want to know their name? Are their hands clean? What’s the point? The person next to me is never going to see or talk to me again.
But that’s just me. I guess for others it’s important.
Overall, it was great to be in worship that I wanted to be. The rest of the family went to a Korean church, and I was glad that I didn’t have to sit through a Korean sermon trying to understand everything the pastor said.
But here were something things that did bother me or made me think about the worship experience: