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May I Kill It?

C.S. Lewis had a wonderful gift of using allegory and metaphor in his powerful gospel-centered writings.  I just finished reading “The Great Divorce” and my wife and I have talked about several passages along the way as I’ve come to them.  Mandi even relayed one of the stories – the one below – in a discipling/counseling session last night with a friend.  I pray that it speaks to you as you read it and that God might use it in your own life.

58079111_eab37a1e49Before you read, let me give you some background.

“The Great Divorce” is a story about a group of “ghosts” from purgatory or hell who take a bus trip to the foothills of heaven where they meet the “spirits” of saints that have gone before them who urge them to journey upward to the mountains of Heaven.  The ghosts are all self-centered, fragile, “unsubstantial” creatures, and the spirits are all large, solid, unselfish, happy people.  What follows is a powerful scene where our narrator, a ghost, observes an awesome encounter between another ghost and an angel…..

I saw coming towards us a Ghost who carried something on his shoulder. Like all the Ghosts, he was unsubstantial, but they differed from one another as smokes differ. Some had been whitish; this one was dark and oily. What sat on his shoulder was a little red lizard, and it was twitching its tail like a whip and whispering things in his ear. As we caught sight of him he turned his head to the reptile with a snarl of impatience. “Shut up, I tell you!” he said. It wagged its tail and continued to whisper to him. He ceased snarling, and presently began to smile. Then he turned and started to limp westward, away from the mountains.

“Off so soon?” said a voice.

The speaker was more or less human in shape but larger than a man, and so bright that I could hardly look at him. His presence smote on my eyes and on my body too (for there was heat coming from him as well as light) like the morning sun at the beginning of a tyrannous summer day.

“Yes. I’m off,” said the Ghost. “Thanks for all your hospitality. But it’s no good, you see.  I told this little chap,” (here he indicated the lizard), “that he’d have to be quiet if he came – which he insisted on doing. Of course his stuff won’t do here: I realize that. But he won’t stop.  I shall just have to go home.”

“Would you like me to make him quiet?” said the flaming Spirit – an angel, as I now understood.

“Of course I would,” said the Ghost.

“Then I will kill him,” said the Angel, taking a step forward.

“Oh! Ah! Look out! You’re burning me! Keep away,” said the Ghost, retreating.

“Don’t you want him killed?”

“You didn’t say anything about killing him at first. I hardly meant to bother you with anything so drastic as that.”

“It’s the only way,” said the Angel, whose burning hands were now very close to the lizard.

“Shall I kill it?”

“Well, that’s a further question. I’m quite open to consider it, but it’s a new point, isn’t it? I mean, for the moment I was only thinking about silencing it because up here-well, it’s so damned embarrassing.”

“May I kill it?”

“Well, there’s time to discuss that later.”

“There is no time. May I kill it?”

“Please, I never meant to be such a nuisance. Please-really-don’t bother. Look! It’s gone to sleep of its own accord. I’m sure it’ll be all right now. Thanks ever so much.”

“May I kill it?”

“Honestly, I don’t think there’s the slightest necessity for that. I’m sure I shall be able to keep it in order now. I think the gradual process would be far better than killing it.”

“The gradual process is of no use at all.”

“Don’t you think so? Well, I’ll think over what you’ve said very carefully. I honestly will. In fact I’d let you kill it now, but as a matter of fact I’m not feeling frightfully well today. It would be silly to do it now. I’d need to be in good health for the operation. Some other day, perhaps.”

“There is no other day. All days are present now.”

“Get back! You’re burning me. How can I tell you to kill it? You’d kill me if you did.”

“It is not so.”

“Why, you’re hurting me now.”

“I never said it wouldn’t hurt you. I said it wouldn’t kill you.”

“Oh, I know. You think I’m a coward. But it isn’t that. Really it isn’t. I say! Let me run back by tonight’s bus and get an opinion from my own doctor. I’ll come again the first moment I can.”

“This moment contains all moments.”

“Why are you torturing me? You are jeering at me. How can I let you tear me to pieces? If you wanted to help me, why didn’t you kill the damned thing without asking me-before I knew? It would be all over by now if you had.”

“I cannot kill it against your will. It is impossible. Have I your permission?”

The Angel’s hands were almost closed on the Lizard, but not quite. Then the Lizard began chattering to the Ghost so loud that even I could hear what it was saying.

“Be careful,” it said. “He can do what he says. He can kill me. One fatal word from you and he will! Then you’ll be without me for ever and ever. It’s not natural. How could you live? You’d be only a sort of ghost, not a real man as you are now. He doesn’t understand. He’s only a cold, bloodless abstract thing. It may be natural for him, but it isn’t for us. Yes, yes. I know there are no real pleasures now, only dreams. But aren’t they better than nothing? And I’ll be so good. I admit I’ve sometimes gone too far in the past, but I promise I won’t do it again. I’ll give you nothing but really nice dreams-all sweet and fresh and almost innocent. You might say, quite innocent____”

“Have I your permission?” said the Angel to the Ghost.

“I know it will kill me.”

“It won’t. But supposing it did?”

“You’re right. It would be better to be dead than to live with this creature.”

“Then I may?”

“Damn and blast you! Go on can’t you? Get it over. Do what you like,” bellowed the Ghost: but ended, whimpering, “God help me. God help me.”

Next moment the Ghost gave a scream of agony such as I never heard on Earth. The Burning One closed his crimson grip on the reptile: twisted it, while it bit and writhed, and then flung it, broken backed, on the turf.

“Ow! That’s done for me,” gasped the Ghost, reeling backwards.

For a moment I could make out nothing distinctly. Then I saw, between me and the nearest bush, unmistakably solid but growing every moment solider, the upper arm and the shoulder of a man. Then, brighter still and stronger, the legs and hands. The neck and golden head materialized while I watched, and if my attention had not wavered I should have seen the actual completing of a man-an immense man, naked, not much smaller than the Angel. What distracted me was the fact that at the same moment something seemed to be happening to the Lizard. At first I thought the operation had failed. So far from dying, the creature was still struggling and even growing bigger as it struggled. And as it grew it changed. Its hinder parts grew rounder. The tail, still flickering, became a tail of hair that flickered between huge and glossy buttocks. Suddenly I started back, rubbing my eyes. What stood before me was the greatest stallion I have ever seen, silvery white but with mane and tail of gold. It was smooth and shining, rippled with swells of flesh and muscle, whinnying and stamping with its hoofs. At each stamp the land shook and the trees dindled.

The new-made man turned and clapped the new horse’s neck. It nosed his bright body. Horse and master breathed each into the other’s nostrils. The man turned from it, flung himself at the feet of the Burning One, and embraced them. When he rose I thought his face shone with tears, but it may have been only the liquid love and brightness (one cannot distinguish them in that country) which flowed from him. I had not long to think about it. In joyous haste the young man leaped upon the horse’s back. Turning in his seat he waved a farewell, then nudged the stallion with his heels. They were off before I well knew what was happening. There was riding if you like! I came out as quickly as I could from among the bushes to follow them with my eyes; but already they were only like a shooting star far off on the green plain, and soon among the foothills of the mountains. Then, still like a star, I saw them winding up, scaling what seemed impossible steeps, and quicker every moment, till near the dim brow of the landscape, so high that I must strain my neck to see them, they vanished, bright themselves, into the rose-brightness of that everlasting morning.

Ah, the wonderful mercy of God.  We try to hold on to our pet sins.  We try to justify our actions by believing the lies whispered in our ear.  Meanwhile God is patiently waiting and speaking softly, yet boldly.  ”Shall I kill it?” He says to us.  And we will not move any further up the mountains in our walk with Christ until our answer is “Yes”.


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Posted by on September 19, 2016 in Personal


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An Enthusiastic Second Fiddle

SecondFiddleWhen asked which was the most difficult instrument to play, the great conductor Leonard Bernstein said, “Second fiddle. I can always get plenty of first violinists, but to find one who plays second violin with as much enthusiasm, now that’s a problem. And yet if no one plays second, we have no harmony.”

Personally, I really struggle with this.  My love language is “words of affirmation”, my personality has this built-in desire to be liked, and if I’m not careful, my actions (and sometimes my words) scream “LOOK AT ME” like a melodramatic toddler.  It can be difficult for me to get motivated when no one is watching or when becomes apparent that I won’t get any credit for a job well done.

Everyone enjoys a pat on the back now and again, but I thrive on them.  My wife sent me an encouraging text message a few weeks ago and I took a screen shot, printed it out, and taped it to my computer.  I’m looking at it right now, extremely grateful that my wife speaks my love language and affirms me on a regular basis.

Knowing all of this – and knowing my bent toward pride and puffery – I have to guard my motives carefully.  What do I hope to gain?  Why am I doing this?

“For am I now seeking the approval of man, or of God? Or am I trying to please man? If I were still trying to please man, I would not be a servant of Christ.” -Galatians 1:10

I attended a meeting recently, for which I had done a considerable amount of behind-the-scenes work.  The organizer announced that he wanted to recognize several people who had made this event possible.  I adjusted my collar and made sure my hair was in place as he began calling out the names.  First were his business partners, followed by notable board members and then staff.  A quick assessment told me that he was going in order of importance and, in my pride, I assumed my name would be near the top of this list.  A few minutes later people stood all around the auditorium and I was still seated in my folding chair like a deflated balloon.  Even that fleeting thought – “he saved the best for la…,” was quickly dashed upon the rocks as everyone was seated to a round of applause.

My first thought was, “Well, that was a waste of my time.” followed quickly by, “I won’t do that again even if they ask me.”  But right away the Holy Spirit began to convict me.  “What’s your motive, Robert?  Did you do this in service to God and others?  Or just to be recognized.”  It was a humbling experience – a gut check – and now I praise God for it.

“Do nothing from rivalry or conceit, but in humility count others more significant than yourselves.”  -Philippians 2:3

It’s easy to be enthusiastic about your job when it’s more prominent, but when you feel like your labor goes unnoticed and unappreciated it can begin to feel like a grind.  When you go to work each day you may feel like you’re in a “nothing job” that gives little satisfaction, but remember, you can glorify God by your attitude and your motives!  In Colossians the apostle Paul reminds us:

“Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for men, since you know that you will receive an inheritance from the Lord as a reward. It is the Lord Christ you are serving.”  -Colossians 3:23, 24

Lord, help remind me every day that you are glorified when I work enthusiastically, knowing that my labor is for You and my reward comes from You, even if I’m playing second fiddle.



Posted by on July 2, 2016 in Personal


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Wishing for Another World


A few days ago I asked my Facebook friends to name books or movies in which the main characters travel, by any means, to another world.  And they did not dissapoint!!  The Chronicles of Narnia, Alice in Wonderland, The Wizard of Oz, Peter Pan, Harry Potter, The Neverending Story, just to name a few!  Some of the most popular works of all time!  Technically speaking, I was only asking different worlds – alternate universes – but if you expand the list to include time travel in this world, the list grows even longer (see full list below).  I mean, how else could we get Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure on there?!

It’s fascinating to me that so many popular books and movies focus on this theme. The creator of Narnia, C.S. Lewis, once said,

“I have found a desire within myself that no experience in this world can satisfy;
the most probable explanation is that I was made for another world.”

And the book of Ecclesiastes tells us that God “has put eternity into man’s heart.”  We were created with this longing that can only be satisfied by spending eternity in heaven with our Abba Father!  It’s in our very DNA (even if we don’t realize it) and it leaks out all over the place.  We were created for eternity, and bound by time… for now.

I sincerely believe ‘other-worldly travel’ is such a common theme in books and movies because writers and directors all experience this longing deep down inside.  It fills their dreams and fires their imagination.  Consequently, their created works become so popular because they strike a chord with every reader and every viewer.  We’re entertained by the thoughts of another world, because it reminds us in some small way that we were created for more than this.  There’s another world on the other side of death.  “For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face.” -1 Corinthians 13:12

Just something I’ve been thinking about…  By the way, did you realize that every human being will live for eternity?  That’s right.  Gandalf was correct when he said, “Death is just another journey. One that we all must take.”  There is life after death in another place, but the choices we make here on earth will determine which place that will be – Heaven or Hell.  If you haven’t already, place your faith in Jesus Christ.  He is the only way you can get to heaven when you walk through the wardrobe of death.  Before you read any of the other books listed here, pick up a Bible and read the book of John.  It’s a great place to start.

Here’s the full list from my Facebook friends:

Disclaimer: I’m not familiar with everything listed (not even half), so I can’t be sure that all of these works fall under our theme of other-worldly travel or time travel, but it gives me a great list of books and movies to check out in the near future!

100 Cupboards – Book by N.D. Wilson
Alice in Wonderland
Aladdin (A Whole New World.. right?)
The Ancient One
Avatar (James Cameron’s… not the Last Airbender… although that may fit…)
Back to the Future
Bedknobs and Broomsticks
Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure (party on, dudes!)
Bridge to Terabithia
Children of the Shaft by Richard Gunther
The Chronicles of Narnia (everybody has read this, right?)
The Circle Trilogy by Ted Dekker (if you don’t read anything else here, read this)
Deathgate Cycle
Doctor Who
Dragon Tales
Enders Game
The Expanse
Flowers in the Attic
Gulliver’s Travels
Harry Potter
John Carter
Jupiter Rising
Land of the Giants
The Last of the Really Great Whangdoodles
The Magic Treehouse
Mary Poppins (a personal favorite in my Top 10 movies… maybe Top 5)
Mr. Roger’s Neighborhood (never would have thought of this one)
The Neverending Story
Peter Pan
Star Trek 5
Star Wars (the force is strong with this one)
The Summer Tree
The Sword of Truth series
Tennis Shoe Among the Nephites
The Time Machine
Water Babies
Watchers in the Woods
Where the Wild Things Are
The Wizard of Oz
Wrinkle in Time
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Posted by on April 20, 2016 in Personal


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Living in Tension

He was forced to leave his home along with his parents because of civil unrest in his native country. The President had called for a genocide against his people and it just wasn’t safe for them any longer. His refugee family found shelter in Egypt for a few years, then returned to the Middle East after the President’s death. He worked in his dad’s shop before becoming a preacher at the age of 30. Shortly after his ministry began, he was sentenced to death by the government, even though he was completely and totally innocent.


International Harvest Festival – World Relief, Nashville, Tennessee

I must admit that I am living in a tension between compassion for refugees and concern about terrorism. Knowing that Jesus himself was, at one time, a refugee, and having met several political refugees personally, it makes my heart swell with compassion… but knowing what we know about recent attacks around the world and this apparent “trojan horse” method of terrorism, it gives me pause.

I don’t have any answers. Just questions really. What is the Biblical response? To close all of our borders for good to everyone? To turn away thousands of widows and children who, through no fault of their own, have been victimized by war and violence? How do we obey a Biblical mandate to both welcome the stranger and protect our own families? This is hard.

I’ve heard the grape argument. “If one grape in the bunch was poisoned would you eat any of them?” But we’re not talking about grapes here. We’re talking about souls. Jesus looked at the whole bunch and knew ALL of them were poisoned, yet he still chose to drink of the cup and die for the love of them.

There must be a balance. I do think it’s reasonable and prudent to pause immigration to review and revamp the process of screening applicants (and yes, I’m aware that in some countries a majority of the refugees are single young men… thus the enhanced screening process). It is not anti-refugee to enforce the strictest of security standards, to ensure that our country remains safe. But we cannot slam the door and wall ourselves in, ignoring “the least of these” who have very legitimate needs for shelter and security. We cannot be controlled by fear. To borrow from an article I read earlier today…

“Fear leads to hatred; courage leads to convictional compassion. And convictional compassion means differentiating between the radical Islamists who would destroy us and peaceful neighbors who stand with us in deploring such violence.

We are in a war. An unconventional war, of course, but a war nonetheless. Wars always bring out the best and worst in humanity. When future generations look back in time, let us hope they will see that we met these challenges with courage, not fear. In doing so, we obey the most frequent command in the Bible, ‘Do not be afraid.'”

“There is no fear in love, but perfect love casts out fear.” -1 John 4:18

Join with me in praying for the families of the men and women who lost their lives this week in Paris. Praying for the refugees who have been driven out of their homeland, just like our Lord. Praying for the terrorist who believes Satan’s lies. And most of all praying that the Gospel will be shared and shown through the hands of those that reach out in love and compassion. Jesus is the only hope for this world and the people in it.

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Posted by on November 16, 2015 in Ministry, Personal


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When Life Lessons Backfire

When Life Lessons Backfire

IMG_1710I took all three kids to Stevi B’s (pizza buffet/arcade) by myself this week to give my wife a break (and let’s be honest, to earn a few brownie points in the process).  Part of the proceeds would benefit their school and the pizza is good, but the real reason the kids like Stevie B’s is the arcade.  You’ve been there before, or somewhere very much like it.  In the arcade you exchange cash for tokens, then the kids play their favorite games and win tickets.  Finally, at the end of the night, they add up their tickets to exchange the tickets for toys.  Sounds like fun, but I overlooked one little detail.  I forgot how long it takes for kids to decide what to get with their tickets.  Their little faces were pressed up against the glass for what seemed like hours, making life-and-death decisions.  “Super Bouncy Ball or Glow in the Dark Vampire Teeth?!? Dad, I’ve spent 383 tickets, but what can I do with my last four?!?”

I’ve never missed my wife more than I did in that moment.

Once they carefully selected their treasures we made our way back to the truck for the drive home.  Since the kids spent some of their own money in the arcade, I thought this would be a great time for a life lesson.  Our conversation shifted toward value and worth.  My daughter asked how much each ticket was worth.  I explained that each token cost twenty-five cents, but the number of tickets you received for each token depended upon your skill at the game.  The better you are a Skee-Ball, the more tickets you get per token.  Then I asked the kids to add up how much money they spent in the arcade.  The total was about five dollars each.  So I asked them to look at the cheap, plastic items in their lap and tell me if they were worth five dollars.  And that’s when I learned my life lesson.  My son looked up with wonder and amazement in his eyes and exclaimed, “I got all this stuff for just five dollars?! What a great deal! We need to come shopping here all the time!”

In my son’s eyes, you just couldn’t put a value on a blue plastic samurai sword that he had “always wanted forever”.  Then you throw in a ball, some glow-in-the-dark teeth, and a friendship bracelet… this was a king’s ransom.  I didn’t have anything else to say.  The words “value” and “worth” have never been so real to me.  I remember asking my Dad one time how much something was worth and his reply was, “whatever someone is willing to pay.”  It really is hard to put a value on some things because value is relative based on the object’s merit or importance.

As we drove along in silence and the kids played with their new treasures, my mind drifted to a few scriptures that describe our worth to our Heavenly Father.

“Are not two sparrows sold for a penny?  And not one of them will fall to the ground apart from your Father.  But even the hairs of your head are all numbered.  Fear not, therefore; you are of more value than many sparrows.” -Matthew 10:29-31

God cares for his creation.  In fact, not even one sparrow dies and falls to the ground without God noticing it.  To us sparrows seem so small and insignificant, but if God values the sparrows so much, how much more does He care for, and value us?  We are more valuable than many sparrows!  God knows so much about us that He even knows the number of hairs on our head! (insert joke about your friend who is bald)

Listen… sometimes you may feel like a worthless pile of plastic junk.  A bent and broken toy samurai sword that’s just one swing away from the trash, but when your Heavenly Father looks at you, He sees a King’s ransom.

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Posted by on March 5, 2015 in Family, Personal


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Where Have all the Singers Gone?

John and Charles Wesley

Not my Mom and Dad

Music has always been a big part of my life.  I was raised on the front pew, watching Mom play the organ and Dad lead the congregation from an old hymnal.  Mom directed both the Children and Adult choirs, and as soon as we were able to stand and hold a microphone, my sister and I were singing solos on Sunday morning.  Our family has a passion for singing.  It’s in our blood.

I realize this may not be your experience, and you may not even like music, but you should know that GOD also has a passion for singing!  The Bible contains over 400 references to singing, 50 direct commands to sing, and we’re told twice in the New Testament to sing psalms, hymns, and spiritual songs (Eph 5:19 and Col 3:16)*.  We were created in the image of God, and we learn in Zephaniah 3:17 that the Lord himself sings!

“The Lord your God in your midst, The Mighty One, will save; He will rejoice over you with gladness, He will quiet you with His love, He will rejoice over you with singing.”

For this reason, it saddens me to see the decline of singing in our churches.  The percentage of churches with a choir has dropped from 57% to only 34% since 1998**.  Even in our congregations, more and more people seek to be entertained rather than participate.  With the popularity of shows like American Idol and The Voice, Satan has deceived people into thinking that if they cannot sing perfectly, then they have no business singing.  He plays on our pride and convinces us to be more concerned about what others think of our voice than what God thinks of our hearts.

In his lifetime Charles Wesley wrote over 6,500 hymns, some of which we still sing today.  Many of these were composed as a prelude to his brother John’s sermons.  Together they led the congregation in worship and adoration to our Heavenly Father.  I think we would do well to revisit their instructions for singing, originally printed inside the front cover of the 1761 edition of Select Hymns.

Rules for Congregational Singing by John Wesley

  1. Sing all. See that you join with the congregation as frequently as you can. Let not a slight degree of weakness or weariness hinder you. If it is a cross to you, take it up and you will find a blessing.
  2. Sing lustily, and with a good courage. Beware of singing as if you were half dead, or half asleep; but lift up your voice with strength. Be no more afraid of your voice now, nor more ashamed of it being heard, than when you sing the songs of Satan.
  3. Sing modestly. Do not bawl, as to be heard above, or distinct from, the rest of the congregation, that you may not destroy the harmony; but strive to unite your voices together, so as to make one clear melodious sound.
  4. Sing in time. Whatever time is sung, be sure to keep with it. Do not run before, nor stay behind it; but attend closely to the leading voices, and move therewith as exactly as you can. And take care you sing not too slow. This drawling way naturally steals on all who are lazy; and it is high time to drive it out from among us, and sing all our tunes just as quick as we did at first.
  5. Above all, sing spiritually. Have an eye to God in every word you sing. Aim at pleasing Him more than yourself, or any other creature. In order to do this, attend strictly to the sense of what you sing, and see that your heart is not carried away with the sound, but offered to God continually; so shall your singing be such as the Lord will approve of here, and reward when he cometh in the clouds of heaven.

I know what you’re thinking… sing lustily?! In the words of Inigo Montoya, I do no think that word means what you think it means.

I had to look that one up for myself.  Lust = very strong sexual desire.  Lustily = in a strong, healthy, vigorous way; heartily.  It’s like they don’t even go together.  Will the strange wonders of the English language never cease?

These rules were written at another time, to be sure, but don’t miss the depth of Rule #5.  Have an eye to God in every word you sing and aim at pleasing Him more than yourself or anyone else.  I like the way Bob Kauflin concludes his article on singing in worship:

“We sing, not for our own glory, preferences, or pleasure, but for the pleasure of the One who gave us a song in the first place. The great Redeemer has given us the song of the redeemed, so that in endlessly varied interpretations of that one glorious song, we might remember His words, respond fully to Him, and reflect His glory. God gave us singing to develop and deepen our relationship with Him until that day when we will wake to find ourselves singing directly to Him. And what a day, what a song that will be. I want to get as much practice as I can.”

Will you not join me?

* from What Happens When We Sing in Worship? by Bob Kauflin, Author, Director of Worship Development: Sovereign Grace Ministries  ** from Nine Rapid Changes in Church Worship Services by Thom S. Rainer

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Posted by on October 23, 2014 in Ministry


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Let Go and Let God

tumblr_lzrok1E0uD1rn4pd2o1_500Admittedly, I didn’t set my expectations too high on Sunday.  The Lord is teaching me to set my mind on things above (Col. 3:2), but sometimes as a worship leader I still trudge into a service with a bad attitude and outlook based on what (I think) I know about people.  I knew many of our families were on vacation for fall break, and Alabama and Auburn both played terrible (I don’t follow sports much, but that’s an actual concern in Alabama; loyalties run deep and sports affects moods.)  My soloist asked to be rescheduled to another week, one praise team singer got sick and the other was called in to work.  All my plans seemed to get flipped upside-down at the last minute even though I had prayed and planned during the week.

Proverbs 16:9 “We can make our plans, but the Lord determines our steps.”

I think sometimes God allows our plans to go awry just to make us trust Him even more.  We have to let go and let God be in control.  We have to step back and say, “Thy will be done” instead of “my will be done.”

In the end, the service went really well, the sermon was on point, and my faith was stronger on Monday than it was on Sunday morning because God is in control and we are not.  Which, I suppose, was the point He was trying to make.

When your plans are spinning out of control, do you tighten your grip on the wheel?  Just let go, move over, and say, “God, you drive.” (I know I could have quoted a Carrie Underwood song here, but I vehemently refuse to do so. We both know we’d be singing it for the rest of the night.)


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Posted by on October 14, 2014 in Ministry, Personal


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