I accidently started a fight on Facebook today. You can only imagine what it was about (unless you are my friend on Facebook, then you can stalk me and find out what it was all about). I can truly see that I meant no harm, and I am sure that the person that I was talking to meant no harm. We were, however, on the verge of escalating into a fight.
And we are friends
And we are Christians
And for all I know we even agree on more than we disagree (I didn't even take the time to find out!)
Perhaps you will relate, but I find myself trying to say things that are uplifting and helpful only to find them tear down and hurt. I have good intentions, the intentions of a minister of the gospel--the good news! I intend to bring healing and hope and help but so often I speak in such a way that I either leave out the truth or the love. I just haven't figured out how to do that like Peter or Paul and no where near like Jesus.
So what am I to do?
Perhaps the best answer is to shut up? I think that I try to use words too often when action is necessary. Love and truth are more genuine incarnated; they are more real with roots and leaves and fruit.
And perhaps Facebook just isn't formatted for incarnational truth and love. Perhaps I should get offline and live it around my neighbors.
Showing posts with label humility. Show all posts
Showing posts with label humility. Show all posts
Wednesday, November 7, 2012
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Humbled by Faces
They slowed it down.
I can't believe they slowed it down.
There was such a good crowd, such a great crowd to worship. These people can't possibly enjoy this rendition of this song. I mean, it isn't right! It's the wrong speed! I love this song and they are not doing it right!
I just don't know why we can't do this song right, I mean, it is a simple song. It is a beautiful song, but it can't be sung this slow and soft, it needs to be passionate!
I am just so fed up with this.
_________
The classes are typically separate. I bring my class into the larger room where the other class meets. I am apprehensive because this is a new idea, a new step in unity. Even so, my fear remains:
Youth make adults nervous. Adults make youth nervous.
And yet we sat, Sunday School hour looked different as we served pancakes and ate a meal together. We laughed at movies, milk chugging, and Big John's Texas drawl. The youth and adults joined together, slightly awkward but together nonetheless.
Together
_______
Presence is important. My wife and I look for a seat in the church auditorium. We are always some of the last to sit around, and so we seek a spot. We note a young man who has been coming alone. He is not like us, any of us really. We are a church of primarily white people, he is Spanish. He is one of the dozen or so "other" in our church, yet we are more the same than at first glance. He is just like our other youth--shy at first, but full of life. He came to youth group one night and our sponsor "grandparents" started picking him up every time they were on their way to the church.
He sat alone this day, still not very comfortable with the big worship setting. And so we joined him.
He is one of us, and we are one of him. We are one.
Together
_______
The song set me off. So quick to anger. I turned my focus from the screen and looked around. Singing was rising from the people--from my people. The people I committed to living with, worshiping with, serving with...together.
Together.
I see the kid who hugged me and helped me as I cried, sharing the secret of my families miscarriage. I looked at the new family who started coming just a few weeks ago and has joined in greatly. I looked at the family who is always late, who has a son who can't stay awake and yet they are all here, Sunday after Sunday striving to worship; raising their kids to know God and the church--not just one or the other. I look at the Senior Minister, worshiping with this community for more than twenty years. Together.
We were all singing together. Lifting up praise to the one who holds us together, praising the God who binds all, who created all, who loves all.
_______
The music is beautiful.
The words majestic, my song, the rest of the songs. Slow, fast, modern and old school. Southern Gospel and modern praise tune. We praised. My heart changed, not the music, as humility overtook my critical eye. I saw something that washed the critic away...
...Togetherness.
Note: Lowell Church of Christ--I love you! You are a people that is much like me--seeking honestly after God. I thank you for letting me worship and minister with you, as one of you, even in the moments of bad attitude, mistakes, and immaturity. You all are a true blessing.
I can't believe they slowed it down.
There was such a good crowd, such a great crowd to worship. These people can't possibly enjoy this rendition of this song. I mean, it isn't right! It's the wrong speed! I love this song and they are not doing it right!
I just don't know why we can't do this song right, I mean, it is a simple song. It is a beautiful song, but it can't be sung this slow and soft, it needs to be passionate!
I am just so fed up with this.
_________
The classes are typically separate. I bring my class into the larger room where the other class meets. I am apprehensive because this is a new idea, a new step in unity. Even so, my fear remains:
Youth make adults nervous. Adults make youth nervous.
And yet we sat, Sunday School hour looked different as we served pancakes and ate a meal together. We laughed at movies, milk chugging, and Big John's Texas drawl. The youth and adults joined together, slightly awkward but together nonetheless.
Together
_______
Presence is important. My wife and I look for a seat in the church auditorium. We are always some of the last to sit around, and so we seek a spot. We note a young man who has been coming alone. He is not like us, any of us really. We are a church of primarily white people, he is Spanish. He is one of the dozen or so "other" in our church, yet we are more the same than at first glance. He is just like our other youth--shy at first, but full of life. He came to youth group one night and our sponsor "grandparents" started picking him up every time they were on their way to the church.
He sat alone this day, still not very comfortable with the big worship setting. And so we joined him.
He is one of us, and we are one of him. We are one.
Together
_______
The song set me off. So quick to anger. I turned my focus from the screen and looked around. Singing was rising from the people--from my people. The people I committed to living with, worshiping with, serving with...together.
Together.
I see the kid who hugged me and helped me as I cried, sharing the secret of my families miscarriage. I looked at the new family who started coming just a few weeks ago and has joined in greatly. I looked at the family who is always late, who has a son who can't stay awake and yet they are all here, Sunday after Sunday striving to worship; raising their kids to know God and the church--not just one or the other. I look at the Senior Minister, worshiping with this community for more than twenty years. Together.
We were all singing together. Lifting up praise to the one who holds us together, praising the God who binds all, who created all, who loves all.
_______
The music is beautiful.
The words majestic, my song, the rest of the songs. Slow, fast, modern and old school. Southern Gospel and modern praise tune. We praised. My heart changed, not the music, as humility overtook my critical eye. I saw something that washed the critic away...
...Togetherness.
Note: Lowell Church of Christ--I love you! You are a people that is much like me--seeking honestly after God. I thank you for letting me worship and minister with you, as one of you, even in the moments of bad attitude, mistakes, and immaturity. You all are a true blessing.
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