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In the Evangelical Covenant Church we read a prayer of confession before we participate in the Lord’s Supper. It says that “we have sinned against You in thought, word, and deed, by what we have done, and by what we have left undone”. Somehow that last phrase always stops me cold and brings me to repentance. I know without doubt there are sinful things I have done, but when I consider what I have left undone, what potential good I could have contributed to this world that I have neglected…it never fails to convict my heart and pierce my soul.

I thought about this phrase today as I looked around my mom’s condo…she passed away unexpectedly a little over two weeks ago, only 62 years old, and my foundations have been completely rocked. It’s times like this when you find out who your friends and family are (and boy, I got ‘em), and you also find out how deep your faith is (boy, I wonder). She certainly left things undone – mundane, ordinary things. She left piles of papers to file and catalogs to look at. I discovered that she had ordered a cover for the bench on her front porch, a cover that she never took out of the box, let alone put to use. She purchased clothing that she didn’t take out of the bag, let alone remove the tags and wear. She bought a whole new set of silverware to replace the tired old set that she had kept many years, and she bought nifty silver trays to organize them in, and there they sit, clean, unused, in their original packaging. Somehow, these things that clutter her small abode symbolize all of the things that will never be, all of the grief and loss of a life cut short, and they shatter my heart into tiny pieces.

I know she has always been this way; somehow, for her, it was part of the pleasure of ownership to bring home something new and keep it new for a while and look forward to the day when she would finally put it to its intended use. And I know that all of us believe that we have all of the time in the world to use the things we have, and do the things we must, and accomplish the good that we hope for in the world. And I am positive that if she had known how short her time was, she would not have wasted precious minutes on silverware or bench covers.

But we do not have all the time in the world; James 4:14 says, “You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes”. Verse 17 says, “Anyone, then, who knows the good he ought to do and doesn’t do it, sins”.

It is easy to wait for “someday” – to do the good we ought to do, and to do the mundane that is not as pressing. Lord, help me to discern the good that You call me to do, and help me to not leave it undone.

less is more

As the worship leader of a small church (and a fallible human being), I can become very personally wrapped up in how my church is doing. High attendance, high energy = I am doing a good job, while the opposite is not so flattering. I must admit that the recent conversation about closing the church feels very much like a FAILURE stamp on my spiritual resume. However, it would seem that God has other plans. Not only that, but since I have decided that I need to take definite steps to do *less* in my church and allow others to do more, God has responded by bringing me musical and technical help that I have lacked in recent months, and other leaders are stepping forward. Talk about humbling.

John the Baptist said of Jesus, “He must become greater, I must become less.” (John 3:30).

My job is, and always has been, to point others to Him. How sad that we make something complicated out of something simple.

desert days

David wrote in Psalm 63, verse 1: O God, you are my God, earnestly I seek you; my soul thirsts for you, my body longs for you, in a dry and weary land where there is no water.

David was in the desert. He wrote of his own longing of his thirst to be quenched in the midst of dryness.

I am in a dry season. I have given of myself every Sunday in worship, and the well has run dry. I am parched and thirsty, and I yearn for the living water that only Christ provides. I am resisting the well known label of ‘burnt out’, because to me that implies something that is beyond resurrection. I know that to be broken in the eyes of God is the first step toward wholeness. I am not afraid to be broken.

I am afraid of God’s silence.

Isaiah 64:12 After all this, O LORD, will you hold yourself back? Will you keep silent and punish us beyond measure?

I must take comfort in how David continues in Psalm 63, verses 2-8:

I have seen you in the sanctuary and beheld your power and your glory.
Because your love is better than life, my lips will glorify you.
I will praise you as long as I live, and in your name I will lift up my hands.
My soul will be satisfied as with the richest of foods; with singing lips my mouth will praise you. On my bed I remember you; I think of you through the watches of the night.
Because you are my help, I sing in the shadow of your wings.
My soul clings to you; your right hand upholds me.

David remembers, “I have seen you”, and thus, he is confident: I WILL glorify you, I WILL praise you, I WILL lift up my hands, my soul WILL be satisfied, my mouth WILL praise…I think of you, I sing, my soul clings, your right hand upholds.

God, I have seen you, and I have witnessed your power and glory in my life…give me the will of David to trust that this dry season will end, and your living water will once again pour over me and refresh me.

worship or outreach?

Me and some of my worship team partners were privileged to participate in a “lawn concert” at the end of August in Mogadore. I thought, cool, we’ll get out of our own environment and into the community. We definitely did, and it was good to stretch and grow in this way. I struggled, though, with the realization that we were not out in the “community” the way we might like – the event was hosted by a church, and the church people came. Not a bad thing by any stretch, but it makes me wonder about these types of events that churches host. We imagine them having such potential for outreach, when in fact they mostly offer the same good Christian worship content to the same good Christian audience that we have on Sunday morning, just in a different setting and context. Don’t misunderstand, for me the experience was definitely worthwhile. I got out of my Sunday morning worship leader comfy zone, and I got to be a worshiper as I listened to “Fake the Fall” and “Blindman”, the awesome bands that followed us. But it’s safe to say that the market is saturated with good Christian bands, and a tent on the lawn with drums and guitars is not going to draw the unchurched crowd. It will bring the already believing, worshiping, church-going folk, some of whom are still adjusting to the idea of drums and worship music co-existing, and that’s not a bad thing. But I think we’re kidding ourselves to call this outreach, because we’re not reaching beyond those already in the fold.

a new day

This is the day the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it!

Ps 118:24

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