called ourselves spontaneous, our spontaneity had itself become a pattern. We had developed our own unique liturgy. I thought back to our house churches. The same people sat in the same chairs each Sunday morning, the “spontaneous” prayers were basically the same each time; everyone had a set of favorite hymns; the sermon came at the same spot in the service; and we always closed with Communion. In its basic shape, by the way, the pattern of what we were doing on Sunday morning was not all that much