11 June 2013
It was unusual to say the least. It was early in the evening and worship was going full blast. That was not unusual. What was unusual was the presence of the state troopers.
After spotting them through the windows, I accompanied two others and we went outside to see what they wanted. After all, we are not accustomed to the state police walking around the grounds of this out-of-the-way location. Camp Pinnacle is not on the beaten path.
The two officers explained that there was someone at our location who had called 911. They were especially concerned because it sounded like a big, noisy party in the background, and they were afraid someone might be hurt.
It did not take long for the three of us to conclude that we had an infamous "butt call" on our hands. Naturally, the troopers wanted to talk to the person in question. What was peculiar is that when we invited them into the building, they declined. Their hesitation was firm, but we wanted to show them that the "party" was harmless as far as they would be concerned. With a little more prodding, they came in, and we located the offending phone. Soon they were gone.
Afterwards, I had two thoughts of note:
1) While I am sure the troopers need to maintain a degree of objectivity in such matters, it felt like we were not believed. This is only my opinion, of course, but it came across that we were not to be trusted, as if we were a cult. It was an interesting feeling, perhaps even helpful experientially.
2) On the other hand, I was delighted that our worship time was described as a party. It was! We were celebrating and enjoying our awesome God!
Celebrate God. Sing together — everyone! All you honest hearts, raise the roof!
Psalm 32:11, The Message
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