Once in while, you come across something which just grabs you. A work of art, piece of music or a picture. Maybe it’s the progression of chords in a song, the way melodies interact with each other. The work of art could be an old oil painting from an artist long gone which captures an expression or scene, or it could be a spontaneous picture you stumble across on the internet. For whatever reason, we are captivated and something in our soul is awakened and time stands still.
Music plays a big role in the church service. Familiar hymns and songs can help us connect to God. Soft background music welcomes us in the building, or covers the throat clearing during communion, but I wonder what we see when we look at the musicians?
Strength is holding on just little while longer.
Strength is climbing one more hill.
Strength is “maybe tomorrow … “.
Yeah, so .. this gem cropped up on Facebook and I thought I’d share what it brought to mind. The image is of a humorous exchange between, I am guessing, a fictional Sheikh and his son who is studying abroad.
There is some stuff on my mind right now, big things for me. I started talking to God about one of them this morning. Almost immediately a verse from a song and a bible verse came to mind. The verse of the song was from “Thank You” by Jake Hamilton. Continue reading
So, I am sat here, with my damn phone in my hand, and thinking, “I wish I could send a text message to God. Just to, you know, check in. Let him know how things are.”.
For some charismatic Christians, the mere mention of “liturgy” could make them feel faint in the head and want to sit down with a glass of water. Liturgy. The anti-thesis of spirit-led worship and freedom. Liturgy. Dusty. Dry. Old fashioned. Dead.