As we come out of the (completely unnecessary) coronavirus circus, our church instituted a 5pm service. We all had to keep up the circus performance, of course, sitting distant from others, not singing (not even finding creative ways to sing while avoiding being infection vectors) and signing in!!
I hope those records were destroyed 14 days after they were made. I don't want anyone prying on who goes to church.
Anyway, we got an e-mail telling us that the 5pm service was now a real service. I'd not thought anything but.
I've been to churches with services at 5pm, 6pm and 7pm in the evening and 8am, 9am, 9:30am, 10am, 11am and 11:15am.
The early starts were either to accommodate three morning services, or to let people 'get church out of the way'.
I have no interest in 'getting church out of the way'. Meeting with my Christian brothers and sisters is the highlight of my week.
The pattern of church during my adolescence and early adulthood was what suited me.
9:30 to 10:30 Sunday School, and adult bible study. I helped on the bus roster at one church. We had three full size buses and 9 or so on each Sunday to operate them. While SS was on we had our Bible study. It was a wonderful time.
11:00 was the main church service. Pre-busses we spent the time between SS and church at morning tea with other helpers. This too was a wonderful time of chatting as well as prepping for church if on roster.
Back home for 1pm Sunday lunch -- the high meal of the week. Typically baked chicken or lamb, sometimes beef, with roast vegetables. Desert was usually an apple pie with cream or custard (or both) or a lemon meringue pie. Bliss.
Sunday afternoon relaxing, visiting friends and occasionally church: training or discussion meetings, committee meetings of the youth club organisers, etc. For a while we held Christian Endeavour meetings in the afternoon. I learnt a lot from them.
Sunday evening we met at 7pm. Following this service was a light supper.
Often my family went on Sunday evenings to our 'mother' church: the church that had 'planted' our regular church which we supported, and the church my mother had grown up in.
Following the evening service here (7pm, of course), we could join a small group to take communion, then many times we were invited to old friends of my mother's for supper.
Truly joyful times.