Honest Worship
I have learned very simply that if I haven’t the honesty of a glass soul I have no reason to lead a congregation into worship. More over, I have nowhere near the authority to show them my heart and sing my hurt. The world has enough liars and people with agendas and schemes. We (not the people who have chosen to drop their nets and follow a Rabbi, but all of us) have a duty to be human, not perfect. It’s good to let loose. It’s good to let blood hit the strings of a guitar. It’s messy and beautiful to let your sweat drip and spit fly. As beautiful as a woman with wet hair.
If you are a worship leader or a minister or volunteer or what have you, the first and greatest commandment is this: Don’t let them scare you. Christ does not want your mantra. Christ wants you there whether you’re ticked off or put on; of hope or of failure. He came for the sick not the well. Know your demons when you come to face him in his presence. Then, maybe, we can let him do the work he’s supposed to do: clean us up and dust us off.
The world has enough people who are very comfortable with a program and with a disassociation from the higher power. If we are complacent with no fire to fuel the pursuit of the Great Beyond then it’s not our idols that kill us; it’s our apathy.
I intend to be honest.
And I intend to have the intention of letting God have his intervention.
Honesty truly is the best policy.
i always loved a girl with wet hair.