Music can be a solace in times of grief. In this post I share some principles I’ve learned about worship and grieving. I’ve led music at several funeral services over the years for friends, family and church members.
It was a blast volunteering for the Killer Tribes Conference
Your people will volunteer freely …. Psalm 110:3 It is more blessed to give than to receive …. Acts 20:25
The church runs on volunteerism. If you have served before, you know that you often get far more than you give. It’s an inherently good and right thing to do for the sheer joy of giving to others. Serving is an expression of love, God’s love.
It’s been fun, but also a lot of hard work to blog consistently. My goal is to post 3-5 times a week about spirituality, theology, music, missions, leadership and songwriting.
To be honest, writing is not easy for me to do. But I write and blog as part of the call of God on my life, in this season. My mission is to encourage wholehearted worship, in any context, anywhere. I’m developing digital training resources for that purpose. That’s my big “WHY”.
I shot this video while “training” for the Country Music Marathon. Saturday’s long run was 21 miles. I use the terms “training” and “run” generously. I’m not a serious competitive runner. My goal is simply to finish and not get injured.
Captured these thoughts for worship folks about tensions and paradoxes inherent in the art forms of music and worship leadership.
How much of your personality do you express? How much of yourself do you put out there?
When I was Pastor of Worship and Arts at Belmont Church on Music Row, the marathon route would go right in front of our church. For many years we have put a worship team out there to cheer on the runners.
" You see, George, you really had a wonderful life. Don't you see what a mistake it would be to throw it away?"
This Christmas night we continued the family tradition of watching “It’s a Wonderful Life.” We’ve been doing this for 20 plus years and yes, I’ve been the instigator. Call me sentimental, cornball, whatever. To the annoyance of some family members, I can quote most of the lines and yes, I still cry at the end.