Failure As Necessity

35For just over a month now, I have been leading worship at The Bridge.  To be honest, I forgot how much time and effort go into the preparation for a Sunday morning.  Don’t get me wrong, I love every part of it!  I enjoy arranging and learning songs and then getting to share them with our community.  I have to believe all of you feel the same, otherwise you wouldn’t stick around too long!

Last Sunday I felt something break through.  Not in our ability to play notes well or even our collective sound.  It was nothing technical at all.  As a matter of fact, I felt a bit nervous after our Sunday morning sound check.  There were quite a few rough edges, if I am being honest.  No, it wasn’t a new level of instrument or vocal mastery.  It was something other-than.  It was a spiritual thing.

I believe it was the Holy Spirit at work in our midst.

I felt as though, maybe for the first time since I started, that we were worshiping God as a community.  Together.  Lifting voices and sounds and music and worship that God came and inhabited.  It was a victorious moment for me.  Not one I can claim and not one that you can, either.  It was simply special.  It was simply God in His infinite mercy.

You see, even when things come together and we experience something special with God in the midst of us, we can’t take any credit.  We don’t even want to!

And as I reflected on our time together, I couldn’t help but think how we seemingly limped our way there.  Thursday’s rehearsal was good, but full of unsettled questions and shaky stops and starts.  Sunday morning was more of the same before we began as a community.  And so I thought a lot about the things we deem “successes.”

What I am learning about life in general is this:  nothing good comes without struggle.  Without failure. [Read more…]

What Exactly Are We Doing, Here?

coughingThis past week, as many of you will recall, I struggled quite significantly during our time together on Sunday morning.  Not with a hidden sin or inner turmoil…no, my struggle was laid out there loud and clear for everyone to see.

Or, more aptly put, to hear.

Whatever little bug I caught the Friday before, I clearly was in no shape to be singing.  Let alone singing into a microphone for others to hear.

And thinking through the difficulty that I had this weekend, I couldn’t help but ask the question of myself: “What if my voice had totally given out?  What then?” [Read more…]