Recently, I was invited by the national women’s group of the American Association of Lutheran Churches (AALC), known as the Women of Life, to write a Bible study about the Lutheran Liturgy. Is this a shameless promotion of that study? Yes, it is. But because the study won’t be available until 2027, I thought I would give you a taste of the study. Well, not the actual study about the liturgy and its Biblical basis, but rather some short stories I included about what I called, “Adventures in Liturgy.”
These stories recount actual “adventures” I have had in worship services over the years which I thought you might find interesting. They say some things about me, obviously, but more so the power of worship in the life of a believer.
So, without further ado, here are some “Adventures in Worship!”
#1. While growing up, my family attended a Methodist church. It was a good church, but it did not have as full a liturgy as I would come to know in the Lutheran Church. That I would first come to experience during a trip to (West) Germany with my high school’s German classes. We split up and stayed with various families, who enhanced our six-week stays with family events and side trips – and church. I can’t remember the name of the church, but it was an Evangelische Kirche. Not wanting to stand out as ignorant, I learned the Lord’s Prayer from my German Bible, and when it came time in the service, I joined in praying it. I was feeling pretty good about it, until after the service, when my German host asked me why I had prayed the Katholische Version?
#2. The importance of a common Lutheran Liturgy was impressed on me when I went with a dozen or so fellow Americans to Finland to meet with counterparts in various youth service organizations. The final Sunday there we had a free day, so I looked up Lutheran services in Helsinki (duh, the whole country is Lutheran!). My main options were a large architecturally significant church, or a small English-speaking service in a rented room. By that point in the trip, I needed a real worship service and not a tourist attraction, so I joined the worshipers in my native language. The service was being conducted by a Missouri Synod pastor from South Dakota, and the congregation was from all over the world – from six continents and many countries. During the sermon, I could hear someone behind me talking along with the pastor – translating the sermon into Namibian for the mother of that country’s president. But it was obvious that no matter where we were from, we all followed the liturgy – it was an inspiring and unifying experience for Christ’s Church!
#3. I am not a good singer. I first learned that as a teenage camp counselor, when I tried to lead campfire songs. In the middle of an enthusiastic rendition of “Swing Low, Sweet Chariot” I passed one little girl – about nine years old – who looked at me and tugged at my pants cuff every time I passed her. After about the third time, I bent over and asked what she wanted. She frowned and said, “Mister; you’re singing off key!” Fast forward to high school, when one of the choirs at my church in Wisconsin asked me to sing one verse of a Gospel hymn. I practiced with my mother – an accomplished singer and choir member herself – and even invited a friend from high school to come and hear me. When the time came, I was so bad, the choir director stopped looking at me, and the girls in the front row started giggling. When it was over, the friend told me he wouldn’t have “had the guts” to do what I did, and my mom just said, “Well, at least you tried!”
The final blow was during my training as a Lay Assisting Minister, when my pastor changed his advice from, “Anyone can chant the liturgy,” to, “Rich, maybe it would be better if you just spoke the liturgy,” which is exactly what I have done ever since.
#4. You would think that once I retired, I would no longer have church-related nightmares – you know, of standing in front of a congregation and stumbling through a sermon or losing my place in the liturgy. You would think that, but you would be wrong. Even while writing this study, I had one of those dreams. Usually, my dreams include getting up to preach without having written a sermon, but this latest dream was about my hymnal – an old LBW – being completely in tatters. Pages were out of order, turned upside down, or even missing. As usual in my dreams, the church starts off full of worshipers, but as I fumble, they begin to exit. I leave the sanctuary and search church offices and libraries, looking for an intact hymnal, but to no avail. Finally, I try to wing the liturgy from memory to the half-dozen people still there, and fail badly. I wake up sweating, clutching my LBW tightly to my chest. (Okay that last was an exaggeration.)
#5. The first Sunday I served as a Lay Assisting Minister in my Lutheran Church in Indiana, it was an incredibly moving experience. That Sunday there was both Communion and a Baptism – and I got to participate in both. First came the Baptism, when I held a lit candle and recited the words, “Let your light so shine before others, that they see your good works and glorify your Father who is in heaven” (Matthew 5:16). I could barely get through it without choking up; it was so moving. Then came Communion, in which I helped distribute the wine. Fortunately, unlike Luther, I did not spill the wine the first time I served it. Combined with speaking sections of the liturgy, the whole experience was truly an adventure, and helped prepare me for ordained ministry.
#6. Before I went to seminary, I helped with services at a local, rural Lutheran church whose pastor had died. I did everything except consecrate the Lord’s Supper. One Sunday when I was leading worship, I made it through the service – and was giving the Aaronic Blessing (“the Lord bless you and keep you,” etc.). During the blessing, I saw a church member in the back row waving his hand at me. I continued to speak, but noticed that he was holding up a dollar bill. It took me a few seconds to realize the man was the Treasurer, and he was signaling that I had forgotten the offering. I stopped the benediction, and announced it was time for the offering, which we collected and then I resumed the benediction. The congregation and I had a good laugh – but I have never forgotten the offering ever since!
#7. BONUS. The first time I preached at that little rural church, I preached a sermon that I thought was horrendous. I packed everything I knew about our faith into that one sermon, so I was surprised when they asked me to come back and preach a second time. As I sat pondering what I could possibly say that I hadn’t already said in the first terrible sermon, I mentioned to my sister (who was living with us at the time), that I had already said it all, and didn’t know what to add. She then said to me a rebuke that I am sure was inspired, “What gives you the audacity to think you have exhausted the riches of God’s grace in one sermon?!?” She was right; after nine months of preaching there, and 22 years as a pastor, (plus over nine years as a blogger), I still haven’t exhausted the riches of God’s grace in Jesus Christ!
So there you have it – seven of my adventures in worship. Have you had any such experiences? Who knows how God will use worship to teach you, comfort you, and inspire you to serve him!
May the Lord bless you and keep you, the Lord make his face to shine upon you and be gracious to you, the Lord lift up his countenance upon you and give you peace. Amen.
Read: Acts 2:42-47, Hebrews 10:25.



