But it had a large impact.
During the sermon itself, I used a demonstration involving Gatorade (the energy drink!) to show how it is that many moms and dads pour into parenting what they avoid in marriage.
So I poured a litre of Gatorade into a pitcher marked “parenting” while leaving the pitcher marked “marriage” empty.
Which meant, of course, that in between each service I would need to take my pitcher and my now-empty-litre of Gatorade into a nearby bathroom and empty the one back into the other so the demonstration would be ready at the next gathering. Not rocket science, obviously, but a little bit time consuming. And potentially sticky.
Well, after the 8:30 service, one of our most reliable volunteers approached me and asked if he could handle the Gatorade switch.
I said yes. And never worried about it again. He did the same thing after the 10:00 service. And after the 11:30, he put the Gatorade into the church refrigerator and washed out the water pitchers. All without me asking and all allowing me to meet and greet people in the way I like to do on Sunday mornings.
Small gesture? Sure.
Large dose of grace? Absolutely.
It looks on the outside like pouring Gatorade.
I looks on the inside like the Body Of Christ.