By Mike Ivaska, Associate Pastor
“…And there was evening and there was morning, the first day…” – Genesis 1:5
Nichole and I have begun to have a little devotional time together in the mornings before we do anything else. Practicing a corporate devotion has always been difficult for us. I think that primarily I had been trying to make too much of our devotional time. I would want to cover a huge portion of scripture, pray through a long list of loved ones and acquaintances, and maybe talk about what stuck out to us in the Bible passage. It was always hard to work this into our crazy mornings (we both worked retail at the time), so we would do these devotions at night. They became burdensome. Neither of us looked forward to the process, and I would often cause Nichole to feel guilty if she was too tired to go through the routine. I was making God a burden.
In our own Pentecostal tradition, we have an almost genetic aversion to “ritual” and “tradition,” even though much of what we do in church is very predictable – even the charismatic things we do tend to follow a rather set pattern of waiting-building-climax-descending-afterglow. Other Christian traditions, which at times we too cavalierly assume are “dead” or “liberal,” deliberately make use of repetition and pattern in worship. They call it the liturgy. They gather, hear from God and speak back to him in Psalms, corporately confess their sin, receive assurance of forgiveness through Jesus, worship physically through offering or communion, and are commissioned and sent out as ambassadors for Jesus. The pattern itself is intended to have a formative role in the life of the believer. The introduction of liberal theology into many of the older denominations, and the sacramental mysticism of some traditions, should not cause us to disqualify the entire liturgical project as spiritually bankrupt or “not for us.” There is food for the soul in all of this, just as there absolutely must be room for the freedom and power of God in the worship service to heal and surprise – which is the critical reminder Pentecostals give to the Christian Church.
Nichole’s and my devotion has become simple. It is new to us as a couple and has come out of a devotional practice I had developed for myself. I read one page out of a devotional by John Stott designed to overview the biblical narrative over the course of a year. Then Nichole or I read some Psalms. We have a copy of the Book of Common Prayer, and the Psalms in it are divided evenly into daily readings (Psalm 119 takes a few days to get through his way). Then I close in prayer, thanking God for what the Scripture portions spoke about and asking God’s blessing on the day. It all takes about ten minutes. The formative value of it has a cumulative effect – like eating a salad every day or exercising three times a week. In time, you are healthier than you were. Eating one giant salad once or running a marathon on impulse doesn’t have the same effect. It is the same with Sunday worship. Going to church once might not make a big difference. The sermon might not excite me and the worship might not make me cry. But if my week is defined by the weekly act of worshiping God and hearing his Word preached corporately together with his people, the cumulative effect will be health and growth – together with the challenges and privileges of being a part of God’s church.