Offense seems to be a word bandied about so easily these days. We are a people offended by trifles, yet un-offended by truly offensive things. I am still disturbed and disquieted, years later, by a worship service, a communion service, actually, which opened with a live band rocking out “Mustang Sally”. Almost as much as it disturbed me to have that played at a worship service, what I find disquieting is that I went along with it, even enjoyed it. It was an enjoyment that left me with a perpetual heartache, however.
The band was great. I mean, they were really great, and their performance of “Mustang Sally” was really good. But what remains of that evening is the disturbance in my soul; disturbance that this was considered an acceptable way to begin a service of the church! A communion service! Yet I went along with it. I hushed my conscience, I muffled my disquieted spirit. What I did not do is shut them up. I added to the disturbance within me by my acceptance, by my willingness to go along.
I’m still disturbed. Seven years have passed but my distress has not eased.