Room To Breathe

For 22 1/2 years, I had the privilege of serving with David B. Young at Trinity Baptist Church, Lakewood WA. Naturally, we shared many stories and one that David shared ended up becoming both an ongoing joke and one of those markers that subtly helps to keep ministry on course. The story boiled down to a person who, when addressing the "cup half empty, cup half full" scenario, said, "Don't say the cup is half empty. Say it's full!" That is optimism with blinders on.

We need to acknowledge when the cup is half empty, half full. We also need to be aware of whether it is draining, filling, or stagnant. Each calls for a different response. However, eleven months ago, we were confronted what seemed to be a shattered cup as the pandemic put an end to the comfort of routine. The cup did not appear half empty, half full, or stagnant. The cup seemed to be gone. We were left without a familiar context in which to perform.

"Necessity is the mother of invention." In the new reality of guidelines, social distancing, self-quarantine, masks, and contradictory evidence/opinions/science, we found new (to us) ways to accomplish those things that we deemed necessary. 

Our congregation had never put anything online. We did not have the experience, the equipment, or the know how. Even so, we did not miss a single week. One Sunday we were meeting in person and the next, our congregation was viewing their worship service on YouTube. Yes, it was pretty basic. A member in the Navy brought his camera over to our house while we were on vacation and video taped our son, Aaron, "preaching" a sermon while sitting on our couch. The camera battery ran out of power and a cell phone was employed to finish the job. The two recordings were spliced together and uploaded to the newly created YouTube channel for Kitsap Lake Baptist Church. That was it—no titles, no sermon notes, no music, no lighting, no explanation.

It turns out, the cup was there after all. We were still the ekklesia—the congregation/assembly, the bride of Christ, the family of God—and Jesus was still the groom and the head of the body. Our focus needed adjusting in order to recognize it. We were and still are flawed to the core, but a half empty cup has air to breathe and room to grow and, by the grace and leadership of God, we have grown. Sure, we have increased some of our technological ability—a tripod, a USB camera, a USB microphone, better lighting—but we have become more aware of who we are and what is important. Comfort, familiarity, and tradition have taken a back seat to striving to live as Jesus did—glorifying the Father, ministering to the needs of others, cherishing the fellowship, and opening our eyes to His mandate to seek what is right and just for all people.

We have a long way to go—a very long way—but we are working to stay on course and to see the cup filled. Our online services can vary, depending on circumstances, but they remain another tool to be His light in the world. Today, it is snow, not a pandemic, that is keeping us from meeting together. But, because of COVID-19, we do not have to call off worship as we provide an online opportunity for families and individuals to gather for praise and hearing from God's word. The recording was "put together" quickly, with just one person on camera, and it lacks the benefit of multiple people being involved, but it is certainly better than cancelling everything.

By the way, here is the link for February 14, 2021—Valentines Day and our first online Snow Day: https://youtu.be/mUPQTwrnVIk 

Regarding Worship Music

A very dear friend whom I highly esteem asked me to write an article on worship music following another article on his blog site by Chuck Colson who sited Donald Williams, Director of the School of Arts and Sciences at Toccoa Falls College in Georgia. ( http://samshaw.wordpress.com/ ) It was a good article but something about it bugged me: It sounded like rules with an angle. Consider the following I have lifted from the article:

Williams writes, we must know “those marks of excellence that made the best of the past stand out and survive so long.”

These marks of excellence “are not arbitrary.” They “are derived from biblical teaching about the nature of worship.”

In all honesty, not only does that not bother me, I agree with it. But one of the marks of excellence—"musical beauty"—became very subjective, showing Williams' own proclivity nourished by a classical music training. Again, I do not object to that but it is, none the less, subjective and not necessarily "derived from biblical teaching about the nature of worship." Although I may also agree with Williams' statement that "more recent praise choruses seem to ignore all the rules of good composition," I must also note that this is subjective. After all, as much as I love classical music and adhere to the aforementioned rules of good composition, I have never seen any evidence that those rules, and no others, came from scripture and that anything else can not be truly worshipful.

I can not say I disagree with Williams' tastes, put I do not think that having 75% of an assertion be inspired by scriptural principles justifies tucking in an additional 25% made up of personal conviction and placing it under the same label. Most teachers would give 75% a "C" or "D" and that's not exactly what we should be aiming for.

I do like Colson's conclusion:

Surely all sides of the music wars can agree that we want to praise God by singing hymns and spiritual songs that are biblically true, theologically profound, poetically rich, and, yes, musically beautiful.

Three Years Is a Long Time

Last Sunday our pianist had to stay home. Her son was sick and her husband is a chaplain onboard the John C. Stennis aircraft carrier so, as the only parent at home right now, she took care of her baby and rightly so.

Things like that happen. We call them "circumstances". As I have often told the folks who make up Kitsap Lake Baptist Church, every circumstance is an opportunity to show God how much you love Him. Indeed, our response to each circumstances reveals to the world what we truly believe about God. There are times when I think life would be easier if I would keep such deeply spiritual and insightful observations to myself. Last Sunday morning was one of those times.

After a tiring Friday and Saturday at the NWBC Student Conference, I showed God how much I loved Him but it is unlikely that the world was convinced it was love instead of torture. I "played" my guitar for the 11:00 service. Perhaps it should be mentioned that the guitar had seldom been played in the past 3+ years. There were frequent times when the voices of the worship team and congregation dramatically sang without accompaniment - a stunning affect used to make sure God can hear us over the instruments (and to allow my poor, cramping left hand to recover long enough to finger the final chord). There were even more times when this "traditional" style service ventured into a much more contemporary realm as the music was sung in one key and accompanied in another key, somewhat alien sounding, and often resembling the harmonic sound made by one of those springy door stoppers when a preschooler playfully "twangs" it.

I have never known the people to seem so eager for the sermon to begin.

Me, too.