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Friday, 29 May 2009

  • Knowing where we came from, and why where we are ain't much better...

    Probably the most detrimental, and easy, trap to fall in when talking about worship within the corporate setting is to come into a service armed with righteous indignation that is predicated on the easily justified notion that worship should reflect that which we are comfortable with. The elder generation, unfortunately, springs to mind for most of us as the hymns and organ have lost much of their appeal because of the emerging contemporary styles that began in the 90’s. As persons such as Carmen, Jars of Clay, Point of Grace, Amy Grant, and others began to rise in popularity, so too did this notion that worship doesn’t have to be metered, measured, and always lacking a third verse (ok, that last one was a pot shot, I admit). The syncopated rhythm, along with the emotional swells of the songs as they progressed, seemed to touch us on a level that the older hymns, with the exception of a few, could not. Throw in musical instruments that were familiar to us and provided that secular feel, and the 30 something’s on down were off and running as fast as they could to buy up the latest DC Talk album. Back when they were rapping. Yes, they rapped. Even the honks.  We, as a generation taught to be “one with our feelings,” began to feel the worship. That word, feel, is important, we’ll get to that later.

                    Mom’s everywhere couldn’t buy the stuff fast enough. You mean there are bands out there that are rapping about JESUS? Kid tested, mother approved worship. Like how we think about most things in life: success = good. It wasn’t long before churches everywhere started throwing in classics such as “Big House,” “Every Move I Make,” and “Lord, I Lift Your Name on High.” Man, the congregation sure seemed to come alive. Surely we’re on the right track! So it began like most things, driven by pop culture, driven by a desire to stay current, driven by a desire to find any medium that would engage the lost. Now, I’m not saying that this music is bad, not by any means, nor am I saying that it ruined worship, because, let’s face it, worship wasn’t what it should’ve been a long time before Carmen started proclaiming “The Champion!”

                    Still, as we began to pull away from previous generational standards as a church, we gave little to no thought of the impact it would have on that generation, and on the generations to come. We simply left our heritage in the same place they left every third verse to every hymn…ever (ok, that joke’s played out, I agree)! Along with this error, inevitably so, came the widening gap that is still getting broader every single Sunday. The more and more we “progress” with our worship styles, the more and more the great generation is left behind, labeled as stick-in-the-muds, or, as one blogger put it, curmudgeons.  Tragic.  So where does that leave us? Great question. Here’s a better one: How can we redefine the term “us?”  Already, as you’ve been reading, you’ve been thinking I was going to offer advice on how to minister to others that don’t have the same tastes as we do, all the while extolling, if even by simply NOT condemning, our present worship style. Sadly, this is where most people intent on church togetherness begin to veer off a path of unity, and steer right back onto a path of trying to mold others to their own self made standards.

    That’s the trap.

    So for as much contemporary background as I’ve provided here, the message of this blog is really small, old, and so on-the-nose, you’re going to feel cheated. We haven’t discovered a better way to worship. We’ve discovered a different one. We haven’t progressed our worship closer to the truth, we’ve distanced it by putting ourselves in its way.  Essentially, we’ve done what we condemn our grandparents for doing, just in our own acceptable way. We’ve made worship form fitting, and when the newness wears off, when the styles change, then we’ll be the stick-in-the-muds, the curmudgeons, walking into a service proclaiming that we won’t worship if there’s no Tomlin, Crowder, or Redman on the song list that day. We must stop asking the wrong question of “How can we (the contemporaries) make them(the traditionalists) see our(the contemporaries) ‘hearts’?” and begin asking the right question, “How can we(the body) find unity in our(the body) worship so that all(everyone) can see our(the body) heart’s desire to obey Christ and edify one another?”

    We’ll begin breaking down these questions, and grow leaner and meaner as we progress. For now, I think it’s important to harp on this foundation: True worship has no other motive than to bring us closer to the Father, and through that common relationship, closer to one another…  

Monday, 25 May 2009

  • Worship...

    I try not to let worship be the only thing I blog about, even though I believe worship is our entire life. Everything we do is worship. Perhaps not worship as we think about it, but indeed it is worship. We worship money when all we do is work towards what we like to term, "financial freedom" (true freedom comes only from Christ). We worship our children when our lives are spent managing their ever expanding schedules, and we like to term this as being an "involved parent" when most times, our kids need more time WITH us, and not with us just WATCHING them as they play every sport, every musical instrument, dance every competition. So, again, I say that worship is life, life=worship. For this blog however, let's narrow the worship focus to what we've come to mean by the word. Musical choices within a church setting. As we continue to limp forward in our relationship as a church body towards what we believe is more and more accurate understanding of what worship is, we are committing such great injustices that they come with their own cliches. "those who don't learn from history are domed to repeat it...don't throw the baby out with the bath water...if it's too loud, you're too old..." We think that because we're finally bringing up words like "freedom" and "one on one" in our worship times at church, we are somehow breaking free of the religious chains that surround all that traditional stuff our grandparents were slaves to. How tragic that we even use derogative terms at all to describe what we feel is an antiquated mode of worship, when in time, everything earns the RIGHT to be call antiquated. There is no need for the term to bring about a negative connotation. Heck, antiques are always more expensive when talking of material goods, and yet, when brought up in conversations of worship, we're quick to pledge our allegiance to all things new and exciting. new is true, old is cold. um...

    not even close

    Worship should be viewed the same as Christ is viewed in the sense that it is timeless. Worship is the same as it has always been. The only differences that occur over time are the differences we, as sinful humans, impose upon it.

    As Christians, we have something in common with one another that creates a bond beyond anything that connects us here on earth. Yes, more than community, more than culture, more than economic similarity, more than age, more than friendship, more than BLOOD, our shared faith in Christ surpasses all of these things. Therefore, our worship should never be a source of contention or separation. Not ever. Instead, we should celebrate the common bond we have in Christ and the differences that would seek to divide us i.e. race, culture, basically everything i stated above no longer hinder our ability to worship together, they REFLECT the awesome, all encompassing grace of Jesus Christ and the ability of His love to pull people from every walk of life, every time of life and bring them together in ONE ACCORD! I rejoice when I get to sing an old hymn, not just because the words are so potent, not just because the praise choruses of my generation were inspired by them directly, but also because it is proof of a God that loves me just as He loved my father, and his father, and his father before him! My God who was, and is, and is to come! So we don't tolerate eachother's musical styles and liking, we celebrate it! We lift it up with them, joining with them to encourage, edify, and rejoice side by side proclaiming OUR GOD IS KING! OUR GOD IS FAITHFUL! OUR GOD IS WORTH ALL PRAISE FROM ALL GENERATIONS, FROM BEFORE, NOW, AND FOREVERMORE!

    It's only when we can grasp this concept that our churches, our churches that have split the body into different services ONLY to serve up different styles of worship, our churches that have seen the gap widen between the older and the younger, churches that purposely turn a blind eye to the smaller factions of people who don't completely accept the exact style of worship they want, it's only when we grasp this unifying concept of worship that we will see healing, growth, and an unquenchable spirit of worship that will not only pervade our services, but will pervade our very lives, spurring us to connect with one another outside of the church walls to further our fellowship together, and our desire to bring as many into the fold as we can, not because they fit our church mold, but because we are a church that recognizes the only mold necessary to worship with them is the acceptance of Jesus Christ as Lord and Savior. The one thing that is truly worth a life of worship in the first place... 

     

     

Thursday, 12 March 2009

  • Simple Truth...

    I was watching tv the other day and a commercial came on for a car dealership. Here's how it went: Hi, I'm John Smith. There's no talking dog, no crazy clowns or gimmicks, just me, working with you, to find a car that fits your lifestyle and your budget. There's no pressure, and no need to worry. We'll work together and find what fits. I hope to see you soon. John Smith Auto.

    If i needed a car, I'd have been there before the next commercial was over.

    I truly believe that this kind of simplicity is what's missing in today's church. We try so hard to find the perfect bait to reel them in so we can slip in a few jabs about Christ and His Amazing Grace when all we need to do is get back to the simple Truth. Jesus. Let's drop the cover. Let go of the ultimate pizza party extravaganza's and get back to the simple art of conversation.

    "Hey, Jim, listen. My wife and I go to this church we really enjoy. Why don't you and the wife come with us one Sunday. No pressure, you can say no, but I hope you come, I think you'll enjoy it more than you think. The invite stands anytime you're ready."

    Honesty that comes from love is refreshing and sweet. It's hard to say no when someone just lays it out, no pressure, no scheme, no hidden agenda to worry about. Here it is-Come to church.

    Christ should be the draw. Not the awesome praise band, not the great southern cooking. Christ.

    I'm not condemning anything that churches do to promote, I understand and agree with outreach in most capacities, but lets never stray so far from the simple Truth that we lose ourselves in the planning and forget the reason why we wanted them to come in the first place...

Sunday, 08 February 2009

  • Blessings of family...

    It's no secret that the time spent here, away from family, has been tough. I do, however, know that I am blessed beyond my wildest expectations by my family. Not only are they in constant prayer for us, but they always think enough of us to send us little somethings, and big somethings whenever they can. Picture this: you're in the ocean, alone, at night, and the waves feel like they are crashing into you harder and harder. You know that there isn't an end in sight, and there is no boat close by. Then, when you really feel like you can't tread water for another second, a life vest floats across the sea and hits you in the chest. You grab it with tears in your eyes and look to find a note attached that says, "I love you" - dad. "praying hard for you" - mom. "just wait till you get back home and we build ourselves a billiard room" - brother. "i'm so proud of you" -sister. It means everything, EVERYTHING in the world. The note alone is enough to give you strength to keep going, keep treading water, keep believing you're exactly where you need to be. If i won the lottery tomorrow, i'd give it all to my family. Every penny. I've never known a group of people that I love and trust and desire to be with more than them. And as our family grows, so does my love for each nephew, niece, sister and brother in law.

     

Sunday, 18 January 2009

  • That which we can conquer, we must...

    Joined a gym with the wife. Today was our inauguration. As I walk/jogged on one of thirty treadmills, surrounded by a cacophony of hums, clinks, clanks, huffs and puffs, I looked around to see the company I had begun to keep. All around me were the posterchildren of health clubs everywhere. The bastards of the great Arnold, Lou, and Jake. Seeming to finish with effortless ease, muscles glistening, abercrombie & fitch water bottles somehow spraying in slow motion across there perfectly sculpted bosoms, abs, and wrinkle free faces, they knew they had found the place where they could flaunt themselves and be appreciated by all of us normal folk, praying to God the whole time our puny legs pound against our cheap running shoes, our knees begging for mercy, or a shot of cortisone. I looked over to my wife, running with her headphones on, running her unique stride, and gave her a wink. Maybe we weren't the best looking people there (yet) and maybe we aren't genetically inclined to ever pull off a speedo or thong, but we're healthy and getting healthier. That's all that really matters. Take it from a once 300 lbs food junkie. Getting healthy isn't easy. As a matter of fact, anyone that's ever lost five pounds or more and has kept it off has my respect. You just can't cheat the scale and every pound that comes off is worth celebrating. So to everyone that's hurting, aching, taking ibuprofen in the evenings so they can hurt some more tomorrow, know you're not alone, you're not crazy, and you've got serious props from a chubster that knows your pain, and wants more of it. So i don't have a good job (yet) and moving to a new town has really hit me hard, at least when I stand on the scale in the mornings, it's with anticipation, and not dread, satisfaction, and not sorrow. Throw on your favorite tunes, lace up your ugly shoes, and make your lungs earn their keep. Today is the day for those that want to be healthy, tomorrow is the day for those that will always be overweight, and yesterday is the day that holds your head up high, or your potential from being met...

    I did seated crunches while typing this, so don't tell me you don't have the time...

    with love and a fist bump

    the rev

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