i'd like to think that when i learn a lesson, whatever it may be, that i have learned it for good. such is not always the case. in fact, within the last few sundays i have been reminded of something i've learned countless times. rewind. something i've almost learned countless times. a lesson isn't really learned unless it is learned for good, is it?
the church i attend is in transition. our pastor of 10+ years recently left the area in order to pastor a church in another state. with him went his wife (you say, "i would hope so!") who led worship. these big changes have left a void where my comfortably-churched self used to reside.
as i sing along to drum-free hymns each sunday and listen to words spoken by a man i hardly know, i often catch myself wishing i were worshiping somewhere else. then, in the midst of the sermon i'm not really listening to, God gently reminds me that it's not about me. furthermore, it's not about the music or the eloquence (or lack of eloquence) in the sermon. quite simply, it is about Him.
i come to worship, a task that needs only the worshiper and the Worshiped. still, we are called to continue meeting together, and the wonder of it all is that He will meet us there.
24And let us consider how we may spur one another on toward love and good deeds. 25Let us not give up meeting together, as some are in the habit of doing, but let us encourage one another—and all the more as you see the Day approaching.
and so, this lesson taught countless times may finally be learned. indeed it is not about me but entirely about Him. all of it. every thing.
this week and every week hereafter i'll be sure to get my fill of worship music that is drum-filled rather than drum-less. i'll pursue my King with fervor and look forward to a daily renewal rather than an every sunday thing. then, when sunday rolls around i'll be comforted knowing that no matter the music or the sermon, God will still meet me there.