The invited, or the invitee!

Good morning! I hope you had a great 4th. I had a lot of fun. Had some friends over . . . ate too many cookies . . . watched fireworks . . . watched the BET awards . . . played some guitar hero . . . (not in that order). Does it get any better than that in one nite? I actually played hostess. I couldn't believe it. I put out food . . . asked people what they wanted to drink . . . refilled their glasses . . . and then took their plates back to the kitchen. I had this gnawing feeling all nite of, "I'm turning into my mother!" Okay, I know you're thinking, "Char, you're 33, you should have already discovered the world of hosting!" Well, you're right, but people's plates with leftover food on them usually makes me want to yack so I don't really do this kind of thing very often. You see, I'm usually the invited, not the invitee. When you invite people into your home you dust, vacuum, light the candles, clean the bathroom, shake the rugs, you know what I'm talk'n bout? But when you're the invited, all you have to do is show up.

All of this to say, I think we have church all wrong. We go to a building, sit there and pretend like we are the guest, the invited one, but in reality we are the invitee . . . So since today is Saturday I would encourage you to shake the rugs, clean the bathroom, light the candles, dust, vacuum, and do whatever you gotta do to get your heart ready cause tomorrow we're having a party . . . aka church!