I have always enjoyed worship. In many ways, this is my favorite part of a church service, and sometimes I honestly wouldn’t mind skipping everything else in the meeting in favor of taking more time to sing, dance, pray, and express our love to God. While the Bible-reading part of me knows people need instruction and discipleship, not just experiencing the presence of God, I have personally left just about every church meeting going, “Man, I think we could’ve sung that chorus at least one more time.”
While I have always loved worship, at least since becoming a Christian, I have never really enjoyed leading worship. I’m just a mediocre guitar-player at best and rely more on consistent practice and simple music than on actual ability, and I have difficulty singing most songs (unless maybe it happens to be a cover of this version of Celine Dion‘s “My Heart Will Go On“). Plus, I hate being in the position of an entertainer and am not a natural encourager, two things that, like it or not, end up being a part of leading worship.
About a year ago, I moved to Romania and ended up being the only guitar-player who could make a consistent commitment to our Sunday meeting. (Considering I’m helping to plant the church, it’s probably a good thing I could make it consistently. LOL) And so–like it or not, prepared or not–I’m leading worship.
I’ve been reading through Numbers, and one of the things that has been striking my heart is the immense cost to worship. To be in relationship with God–the Creator and Sustainer of the universe, the jealous and burning fire, the consuming One–is a dangerous and costly thing.
Yes, Jesus’ blood has paid the price of our sins, and his act of redemption on the cross enables us to come into the presence of God, but still there is a cost to worship or it is not really worship. Worship is an act of giving, and so it necessitates a loss on the part of the worshiper. Now, this cost is negligible when compared to the ultimate glory we receive, the joy, peace, healing, love, and acceptance we find in the presence of God. But there is a cost.
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Say “hello” to my new home, the pink one on the right. Despite being pink (inside and out) and small (every time I bump my head on the hanging light, I think of J.R.R. Tolkien’s famous beginning to “The Hobbit”: “In a hole in the ground, there lived a hobbit.”), it’s actually a nice place to live.
It’s definitely a small place, just a bedroom/living room, a very small kitchen, and a bathroom. There’s an old ceramic furnace that burns wood for heat; it’s called a soba in case you were curious. There’s no internet access but what I can manage to get on my phone. There’s no dishwasher, but I haven’t used one of those since cooking for Campus Life kids in my house two years ago. There’s no oven, but I do have a double-burner electric stove thing that works great for what I need. There’s no fridge, but I’ve been discovering just how little I need one. There’s no washing machine or dryer, but my neighbors have kindly offered to let me use their washing machine, and three laundry lines in front of the house get my clothes dry enough. It does have electricity, though, and plenty of hot water. And a few cockroaches I can’t seem to get rid of completely… 😦
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