That Thing You Do.

“Oh Lord, our Lord how majestic is your name in all the earth. “

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For my entire life I read this verse and figured it was about mountains, sunsets and jungle flowers so exotically that it’s difficult to believe that they’re real.

But these days I think that mountains paint a weak picture of God’s majesty, compared to the wonders of his children.  And this is a bold statement coming from me because I seriously love the mountains.

Lately I wonder if God’s name is worshipped the fullest and most powerfully when his children discover their passions and are brave enough to go through with them, to pursue them, to embody his creative-splendor with their hours of their lives.

Maybe in this way, worship isn’t so much about a song on Sunday but about faithful hands but about being fully ourselves for our Father throughout the week.

Being brave enough to listen to that whispering voice inside.  The one that says:

“You know that thing you love to do?  Do that.  Do it for Me, with Me. Do it as your life’s work, even when you’re feeling scared and too small.  Those feelings are the enemy, he wants no part of this beauty.  He wants you in hiding, to keep my beauty and love contained.”

Now that I’ve opened my eyes to this concept, I see people’s passionate hearts as beautiful worship, I tear up at all the gifts and wonder God poured into his people.  Slam poetry? Glass blowing? Perfect violin solos?  It’s all too much, it makes me wonder why I bother with Mascara anymore,  life’s too beautiful to stay dry-eyed. Continue reading

Whispering, fidgeting and learning to worship

This past February my friend Jill wrote a post about parenting in the pew that really resonated with me.  As I read through it I felt a deep appreciation for Jill’s plans of teaching her son the value of worship during Sunday service.

But, if I’m honest, it also made me feel very thankful to have a children’s ministry where I simply dropped my kids off and we all did our own, age appropriate thing.

Please don’t misunderstand, I don’t believe that the church is solely responsible for my children’s faith.  I believe deeply in the weekly Monday – Saturday work of the gospel in parenting.

Yet, that sacred hour in worship where I can connect with God directly without parental distraction is something nourishing which I deeply appreciated.

Well, we’re not in Oklahoma anymore and now my 4 year old Noelle now spends the musical part of worship in big church with us.

The plan is for her to stand with her class along the side wall but with the new-ness of our church she just wasn’t comfortable with that.  She would see us and cry, reaching out for us across the room… so now stays with us until the message begins.

At first when I realized that our new church included children 2 and up in worship I was excited. It fit Noelle’s interests perfectly, the live music, the instruments and the experience of God’s people singing.

I was sure she’d be into it.  But she’s not.  She doesn’t like it at all.

We tried to explain the vast depth of worship on four year old terms.  We gave her very few rules.  Only one really: You have to stand up and listen to the music.

You CAN sing, you CAN dance, you CAN raise your hands but you can’t sit down and play on your chair.  You have to engage it in your own way, whatever that looks like.

Yet even with the freedom of practically anything she whines through most of it, which means I can’t engage either.  Which sucks for both of us.

I was hoping that something innate would click with her and that she would connect with God in some ageless spiritual way that would tenderize my heart to the innocence of faith.

But, no.  So this morning I decided to try something new:

As the music played and the people sang I kneeled beside her, whispering the words in her ear.  Then I took it a step further and told her what it all meant.

We’re singing about how much God loves us, how he will never forsake us.  Forsake means to leave and God will never ever leave us… no matter what we do.

This part means that he is stronger and bigger than anything that could ever happen to us in life.  That no matter haw scary or hard life is, he will be with us, he will take care of us.

She still rocked from toes to heels but I swear her eyes lit up a bit.

And in that moment, my knees cold on the concrete floor, we both managed to engage in worship together.

In explaining those worship lyrics I was reminded of the simple, foundational, beautiful truth of the gospel that we all too often forget.  

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