10.27.2011

Balance.

I did a photo shoot today.

(If you're curious, the link to the album on Facebook is here.)

And below, you'll see what ended up being my favorite photo from the set:















I also had what was [hopefully] my last visit to the counselor I've been seeing at Trevecca.

One of the things my counselor said to me today was the great strides I've made in the area of learning balance.

(And here's why the photos and the counselor are related.)

After unexpectedly losing my first paid worship pastor position earlier this year, I sort of lost it. Regardless of whether or not it was reasonable or normal, that is simply what happened. One of the things I warred within internally was the disparity between what I know God has called me to do, and my utter revulsion with the thought of ever doing it again... which was one of the reasons I began seeing a counselor in the first place.

The two sides were this:

1. I feel like the basic idea I've heard growing up (not necessarily even from my parents, just from people in general) about a call to ministry is that when God makes it clear to you He wants you to serve in ministry, it means that is automatically supposed to be your full-time, lifetime career.

2. I knew, at that point, that the prospect of accepting a full-time worship ministry position, especially one that would require my family to move away from Nashville, was something I didn't even want to think about considering.

So how can I deal with the fact I don't want to do what it is I'm supposed to be doing?

Next, we come to the photo shoot.

Like I said, my favorite photo of the day is the one shown above. The best thing for me about it is the simplicity of it. Anna-Laura is wearing a simple shirt and scarf. Her hair is pulled back. The only thing behind her is a brick wall.

While reviewing the pictures, a good photographer/videographer friend of mine, whose opinion I greatly respect, said this:

"I like this one - it's really simple."

Simplicity is often the best way to come up with a fantastic picture; and, in life, simplicity is often the best way find balance.

Then I realized something simple... and it kind of rocked my world.

Are you ready for this?

When God calls you to something, it probably won't fit in the box you create for it.

Did you catch that?

I have found myself, so many times, utterly perplexed at the reasons God allows certain things to happen. I am disappointed, hurt, and even confused by things I see as negatives. However, I am beginning to see that the reason for much of that is my inability to understand that God is not me, and therefore doesn't live in my own little universe.

God revealed to me, over the course of several years, that He wanted me to be a worship leader. He gifted me musically and gave me a passion for the use of the arts in worship, and I plan on using those gifts and passions to their fullest potential.

But I am not limited to the role of "worship pastor."

A church does not need to pay my salary.

Does any of that mean I am forever closed to the idea of being employed, either part-time or as my only job, by a church body? No way.

Does that mean I have the freedom to seek employment and volunteer opportunities wherever God leads, not just the little segment of the world I try to force my "calling" into?

Yes. That is precisely what it means.

In fact, I am leading worship with a few friends of mine for the young adults service at my church on Sunday night.

The playlist for the set is here.

I'm very much looking forward to it... and I already can't wait to do it again.



[Look for my next post, coming soon: Freedom from Shame.]

10.05.2011

Hell.

I heard a song today called "Fires" by Matt Redman.

These are the lyrics:

We're standing in the desert of dry bones
But still we see Your life
Walking through the valley of shadows
But holding onto light
And we're waiting, waiting on You, God
And our hearts will trust, trust in who You are

God who keeps our fires burning
Burning through the darkest night
See the hope in our hearts
The faith in our eyes
You can move the highest mountain
You can keep our dreams alive
You're the joy of our hearts
You're the fire in our eyes

Light up our lives with holy flame
All for the honor of Your name
Give us the strength to face the day, Jesus

I have been struggling lately. I wish I could say there was only one cause or source of tension, but I can't. Suffice it to say that it's been a long few months.

Here are two big issues I'm dealing with:

1. I feel like my dream of being a worship pastor has died.
2. I can't reconcile the Biblical notion of Hell with the God that loves me.

Double whammy, eh?

If we begin with number one, you will recall that I lost my first official worship pastorette in June. I'm not dealing with it well, to say the least, even though I know it is something that happens very often, to a lot of people. It's hitting me hard because I'm really scared, and I am trying to think of any way out of ever having to do it again, if I can.

I'm scared because...
I feel like it proved I'm not good enough to be someone's pastor.
I got very close to people that I'm afraid don't even know I exist anymore.
I feel like I lost a second dad when my pastor moved away and stopped contacting me.
I made a few big decisions related to that job that I now regret (moving 30 minutes outside of town and not auditioning for PR again this year, to name the two most prominent).
I see my future as a worship pastor including the entire month of June every year (when contracts are renewed) being a source of stress, worry, and unnecessary freak-outs.

But mostly, I'm scared because of how poorly I'm coping. How can I be strong enough to shepherd others if I fall apart like this?

Now, let's move on to number two. Hell.

Sunday afternoon, I heard a line from a sermon that threw me for a loop, and I haven't been able to shake the concept from my head since.

Basically, the pastor pointed out (and backed up with Scripture) the fact that an eternity in Hell is not an eternity apart from God. God is the one "in charge" of Hell, not Satan.

That really sucks.

I really love people. I don't say that to build myself up, because there are many days that I wish I could just turn that part of me off. But I really do love people. Josh said it was probably a good thing when I decided not to be a therapist, because he wasn't sure I'd be able to handle other people's problems to that extent, because they usually affect me so personally.

I love a lot of people that don't follow Christ, including parts of my family.

So when I heard that God lords over Hell as well as Heaven, the first thought that came to mind was the immense cruelty of it. How could a God that loves us so passionately that He sent His only begotten Son to die in an abhorrent fashion so that we might live eternally be the same God that willingly sends the people I love to Hell?

I understand the issue of original sin, and that God gives us all sorts of chances, and all of the mechanics of why it works the way it does... in the present, that is.

But if God is God, why did He create that way to begin with? He could have done it any way He pleased.

Now back to the song I heard.

I feel like I'm in shadows and walking amongst dry bones. It might sound dramatic, but I have felt so hopeless lately. There is no other word to describe it.

But I look around, and I know that God must be real. I see beauty and love and light and know that He isn't just a figment of someone's imagination or an elaborate scheme to fool people.

And if God is real, then all of Him is real, even the parts I don't like or understand.

A good friend told me Sunday evening that as hard as those parts of God are to deal with, the only acceptable option is the option to respect His sovreignty, and let that passion for the lost spur you to tell everyone you can about His love, since it really is His will that none should perish.

My heart must trust in who He is, because there is no other way to keep this fire burning. I don't want to be a dying candle - I have to be a burning, unquenchable flame. There is no in between, because in between means misery for me.

A pastor said to me yesterday that it is not wrong to ask God why - He is not afraid of our questions.

I won't stop asking why, but I want to reach the point where I stop letting the why stop me from being all God wants me to be.