There's a Big Church Party happening in my neck of the woods this week. It's got the potential to draw a lot of controversy and attention. It has the potential to be either really great or kind of lousy. Over the last few months I've had the pleasure of being a teeny, tiny part of the Big Church Party (hereinafter referred to as BCP) planning. I'm so glad that I haven't had the load of responsibility on my shoulders. Just my small part has caused me to wake up in the middle of the night wondering if I've forgotten anything.
I sat in a meeting (because everyone know that this BCP group likes meetings) and listened to all the details that were being put together and I felt the weight of it hit square in my face. This is a big deal. Hours have gone into making this week happen and in just the blink of an eye it will be all done. It will all be history and people will either look back on this BCP locale as either something positive "Remember how great it was in..." or negative. I heard the negative about a previous BCP at that meeting. In fact I think part of the mantra for this planning group was "Don't do things like that other BCP." It was at that meeting that I began to get very anxious for the planners. I want the planners to succeed at hosting the BCP. I want them to be praised for a job well done. And I want my neck of the woods to be a positive experience for all that have traveled far and wide for this occasion. I really, really do.
Tomorrow I'll head to the beach and prep for the group that will trek from BCP headquarters to Fun Zone for an evening of sand, food and fun. I certainly hope and pray that when they head back to their hometowns they will look on my neck of the woods with fondness and happy memories. And I hope and pray that the BCP will bring glory and honor to God in the end...no matter what decisions are made.