Yesterday we attended Bloomsbury Baptist Church here in the Bloomsbury area where we are staying. It was an interesting mixture of the familiar and the foreign. In some ways, it felt like any smaller Baptist church you might visit. The people were very friendly and welcoming. There was a comfortable and casual air about the way that people related to each other and even to the guy who did announcements (especially when he messed up a time and someone had to correct him from the congregation). OTOH, the worship had at least as much in common with Westminster Abbey as with a typical American Baptist church. We sang four hymns. I only knew even the words to one of them (Take My Life and Let it Be) and it was sung to a different tune from the one I know. There was more time of scripture reading and a much longer time of intercessory prayer than what an American Baptist church would expect.
The pastor's message was superb. He preached on the foolishness of Christ being wiser than the wisdom of men and reminded us that many of the things that God calls us to do may not "sound just right" in the logic of secular life, but it is still what God asks of us.
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