easter.

Moving forward. Baby steps.

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Azaleas in my front yard. Azalea has always been one of my favorite words.

Easter-time was stressful, but that was only because I tried to do too much. We played a really really fun show at Mojo Main on Easter-eve (recorded our entire set), then I played a (freezing cold outdoor) sunrise service at 6am Sunday in addition to the regular service. Anyway. Music is fun.

We covered John Mark McMillan’s Death In His Grave, since it was Easter after all:

Erin played a really impressive solo set at the Chris White Gallery in Wilmington Saturday night. I recorded that entire show as well. ^_^

For the message of the cross is foolishness to those who are perishing, but to us who are being saved it is the power of God. – 1 Corinthians 1:18 (NIV)

trips

Note: I originally wrote this February 6th in Florida, and just got around to finishing it now. I wrote it with lots of sleep deprivation, so don’t believe everything I say. I am slowly starting to post things that have been saved in my “draft” posts for months ^_^

I’ve officially finished classes. Now I just need to officially get my degree to officially make my parents proud. (I got my diploma last week!)

Last Monday (1/30) I started working full time as an “Engineer I.” It’s pretty exciting. I have business cards and everything. This week I’ve been living in a fancy hotel room in a Disney resort in Orlando and attending a technical conference on the “Life of a Transformer.” I’ve learned a lot and all sorts of equipment vendors have been schmoozin’ us. It’s good to have some specific technical training, since my education at university covered such a broad range of electrical engineering concepts.

Here is my boss giving his talk on “New Approaches to Asset Monitoring & Management” this afternoon:

 

 

Now. On to another topic.

 

 

I generally don’t post about religion. But today I am. Though it’s not really “today” anymore, it’s almost two months later…

I am a follower of Jesus Christ. This makes me a “Christian.” In America there are a lot of bad stereotypes surrounding that word.

Now, this is dangerous ground to tread on and I might regret saying this, but for the most part, I don’t associate myself with Christians or with that word. I know I am called to community and meant to be part of a congregation, but it’s awfully hard to commit to things of that sort when I see so much hatred and bigotry, and so many catty (meow) cliques, and all of this illogical disdain of anything different.

On Sunday I broke down into some pretty aggressive tears while leading my congregation in John Mark McMillan’s “How He Loves.” I finished the song fine, luckily it is written in a style where I did not really need to control my tone too much. Most “Christians” think this is a happy song with unforeseen kisses written by David Crowder. While Crowder is amazing, he did not write this piece. John Mark wrote this the night that he found out that a very close friend had died in a car accident. You can watch the entire story here:

My friend Greg was in a car accident earlier that week, and could have been very close to death. I didn’t plan to sing this song because of that event, but when I started it I realized how very near I had been to losing him, I broke down. Life is short.

There is a certain part of me that defaults to insensitivity when I encounter situations that make me nervous. I find myself being incredibly mean at times. I don’t know what the 80-year-olds in my congregation thought of me that morning, but I am glad that people were nice and didn’t mention anything about this. Or maybe they didn’t notice it. Either way, God was there. Worship is something that all humans are called to partake in with everything that we do. I have read lots about it and one thing that I constantly realize is that we need these times of worship every week and every day for consistency. It is only every so often that we are blessed to be brought above regular worship to a place where we feel as if we are somewhere else; when we are all one and when God is surely there. Those times come naturally and without warning, not necessarily after many rehearsals or at worship conferences.

And that about sums up all that I have to say right now regarding this. Life goes on.

is church life stifling your creativity?

Reblogging John Mark McMillan, who was reblogging Donald Miller. I like this post a lot. I just sent out an email last night to the worshipfolk in my InterVarsity chapter challenging us to write our own worship music. I’m excited to see what we’ll come up with and have gotten lots of positive response already ^_^

I really enjoyed this post from Donald Miller‘s blog so i decided to re-post it.  I hope it makes you think.

Is Church Life Stifling Your Creativity? (by Donald Miller)

When Solomon wrote Song of Songs, a dramatic opera about a young, poor woman who fell in love with a Shepherd king, do you think he had “the voice of the church” in his head? Do you think he was worried about what a group of people might think? Of course the evangelical church didn’t exist, then, and neither did the collective evangelical consciousness, but what I mean by that question is that if Solomon were writing today, and were writing an Opera for young kids about the ways of love, he would no doubt be attacked. My guess is the criticisms would be listed as such:

1. His opera does not mention God. Why wouldn’t he use this opportunity to bring people to God? He’s a Godless man.

2. His opera is erotic, filled with sexual imagery and even sexual instruction. It’s unfitting for any person to read, much less young couples.

3. It’s confusing. We don’t know where the acts begin. It isn’t structured. It’s amature.

4. He never mentions sex should be saved till marriage, so he must be endorsing pre-marital sex.

5. There seems to be no point to the work. If he’s trying to teach something, you can’t figure out what it is, and if he isn’t trying to teach something, what’s the point of reading it or listening to it as an opera?

And so on and so on.

Here’s the point of this blog post: There is a difference between what “the church” wants you to do and what God wants you to do. Do what God wants you to do. Go and create, even as you were made to create.