Flash Mob: a large public gathering at which people perform an unusual or seemingly random act and then disperse.
It is quiet in Sabadell, place de Sant Roc in Spain. The people come and go, walking, chatting, riding their bicycles over the stone pavers. Church bells peal in the background.
A lone tuxedoed man stands quietly in the middle of the plaza with his head bowed and his hand poised oh so still over the strings of his bass. A collection hat lays close by as he waits. Is he a street performer? Will someone come to urge him to play and then listen? And then she does. A little girl quickly shyly drops a coin or two into the hat. She waits, almost prayerfully for a moment. Then the magic begins. His bass emits soft tones not yet recognizable, as another musician, a woman with a cello, sits down in a chair close by. The melody becomes familiar then—Beethoven’s Ode to Joy. But still so low, nice, yet uninspiring. The man and the woman are present. But they as performers, the people as the audience, need something more.
People are curious. Some gather as a small crowd, curiosity getting the best of them. Now, almost out of nowhere appears a woman with a bassoon, two men with violins. The bass player glances their way, they have gifted him with a new dimension, with new talents. What will be next? Smart phones pop up in the audience everywhere. Now this is starting to be something special. What? More violins? Is the child climbing the streetlight a Zacchaeus come to see? Louder are the strings, reminiscent of angels’ wings. Then more, the brass–flutes, French horns, kettledrums, and at last the voices singing Joy, oh what Joy. A lull, everyone waits for more. Crash! Suddenly all erupt in a musical flamboyant harmony. Children dance, raising their arms to help conduct the sounds. The crowds increase their voices as loud as they can. The conductor brings all to an intense Crescendo. All have witnessed. All have served. They are joyful, emotional, ALL IN.
And what about us, in our worship, in our everyday life? Someone plays an instrument, another lifts their voice. This person gives of time and resources. Many of us are just there to listen, to serve, to love, to support, and to pray. Playing our part, whatever it may be, is an act of faith in Jesus. No one is more important than the other. We as the church, the orchestra, each of us, gives glory to Jesus, the composer, the conductor, our Lord.
We could bring more of these joyous flash mobs, in our prayers, our presence, our witness, our gifts, and our service–in our sanctuary, in our worship, in those special moments in our lives, in random acts of kindness and love, when we know, intensely aware, we are All in for Christ.
Although you’ve never seen him, you love him. Even though you don’t see him now, you trust him and so rejoice with a glorious joy that is too much for words. You are receiving the goal of your faith: your salvation. 1 Peter 1: 8-9
Now it’s your turn to hear and see the joy that can happen when people share their lives freely. Watch the video below…and be blessed.
Members of Central (or the worldwide) United Methodist Church commit themselves “to faithfully participate in its ministries by their prayers, their presence, their gifts, their service, and their witness.” When they do so they are able to experience incredible joy.
Central United Methodist Church
Dedicated to our pastors, Dr. John C. Robbins, Dr. Steven K. Pulliam, Rev. Carl D. Palmer, Rev. Emily Burch, Rev. Jody Farrell, Rev. Greg Gibson, Dr. Jack A. Wilson, and Rev. Tony Holifield.