Sunday Setlist 3.29.08

The day is winding down. I hear the low-frequency “thump/thump/thump” of a movie that Sarah is watching in the living room; Syd is working in the dining room, singing along with “Viva La Vida” and talking about the implications of Coldplay’s lyric and the Roman Empire.  Shannon’s been working on some support letters for their upcoming mission trip.  The boys are both asleep, after a long and busy day.

I’m feeling very settled, very much home.  Can’t really describe it, other than thinking that something’s shifted in my environment somehow.  Maybe it’s more internal than external, because things are still a cluttered mess here.  Perhaps it’s the impending arrival of spring, the flowers blooming, the late evening light as the sun lingers in the sky.  I don’t know.  I’m just feeling good, in spite of not feel so good physically.
Today was an immensely powerful day at church.  We did Cardboard Testimonies, which seems to always be powerful, no matter where or when.  We’ve done it once before, and it fit in beautifully with Brian’s message today from John 8 when Jesus healed the blind man with a handful of mud.  When interrogated by the religious leaders about who Jesus was and what, exactly, had happened, the once-blind guy says, “Whether he is a sinner or not, I don’t know.  One thing I do know:  I was blind, but now I see.”
End of story.
The guy knew what he knew, and that was all he needed to know.  He’d had an encounter with Jesus, and things changed.
It was a perfect lead-in for the testimonies.  By the time they were over, tears were freely flowing.
I held up pretty well until one of our vocalists walked out with his wife and their 4-month old baby, who we’d prayed intently for while he was still in the womb, diagnosed with definite health issues.  “Miracle baby.”  He was a miracle baby – born healthy, still healthy.  Healed.
Onto a beautiful girl who is an amazing inspiration, a great single mom – whose sign said “Meth addict” on the front – healed, sober, living for Christ.  The bravery, the courage she demonstrated just slayed me.
And our little friend Eli, whose head injury led doctors to declare that he’d never walk again – Eli walked out with his mom and dad.  Healed, healthy, praising God.
It was the body of Christ redeemed, swimming in grace, giving glory to Him.  Amazing.
I felt so privileged to be in the same room with any of those people.  
Here’s the run down of the day:
Ain’t No Rock – always a fun opener.
You Are Holy (Prince of Peace)
Mighty To Save 

The First Steps kids – kindergarten and out – joined us on the stage to “lead” in Every Move I Make.  They were, as kids always are, a home run.  Exquisitely cute.  And they actually did a great job with their hand motions and “singing”.
We showed a My2Cents video – homegrown – during the offering.  Then came the message, which was passionate and evocative and perfectly timed – and we started with the signs.  Underneath the movement we covered Thank You For Hearing Me, the Sinead O’Connor tune covered by David Crowder band covered by Greg Ferguson at Willow Creek.  That’s where I first saw this cardboard thing, by the way – at the Leadership Summit a few years ago, with Ferguson covering Crowder covering O’Connor.  I know a lot of folks are using How He Loves with the cardboard, but I really love the implications of the lyric in Thank You For Hearing Me.  Ironically, some things really lined up with the personal stories…
It was a moving day, a reminder to me of why we do what we do, and why it matters.  There were folks on the stage today whose stories are just beginning in terms of the grace and forgiveness that they are experiencing, the freedom that they walk in as Christ-followers.  I am, again, absolutely stunned by the privilege of being part of this work, of the opportunity to witness such sacred movement.  
It was a very good day.
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Guitar Hero?

I read this today on Steven Furtick’s blog and I was blown away. I’m re-posting it here, with all credit to him. He was targeting aspiring ministers, but there’s a hard truth here for every person who is interested in spiritual growth.

The point is – think about this, willya? And think about where you’re at in the grand scheme of things.

I know I sure am….

“If my generation isn’t careful, we may fall into a Guitar Hero mentality toward ministry:

Everybody wants to be a rock star, but no one wants to learn the chords.

It’s hard work to study God’s Word. To pray for breakthrough. To do spiritual battle on behalf of those we lead. To charge forward in faith for the cause of Christ. To run a church with the highest standard of excellence.

Be willing to pay the price. Or please go do something else with your life.”

How willing are we?

Sunday Setlist 3.22.09

I was glad to be back at PCC yesterday, though I was less than 100%.  Still struggling with some sort of cold/head/respiratory thing, and I couldn’t sing at all.  But we had some awesome vocalists on the stage and a killer set of music, so I enjoyed playing.

We’re in a series called MOVE, about the things that Jesus did on earth, taken from the book of John.  It’s been powerful to plan and it was awesome to experience yesterday.  
First of all, we had some cool set elements – our team brought in stacks of old tires (to emphasize the “move” idea) and Andy and Jackie Heberle created a cool sign with random colored arrows pointing every which-way.  It was cool.
We opened at ten minutes before service time with an instrumental version of “More Love, More Power”.  I love playing this tune because the chord stucture is so great for some improvisational soloing.  It was fun.
Our 10B4 video was actually six minutes, and it did it’s job communicating upcoming events and ativities that used to get crammed into the pre-offering prayer.  We started turning this flywheel a few months ago and are finding more and more people coming in ten minutes early to see the video.  That’s a good thing.
Lift Him Up – This Martha Munizzi tune will forever be one of my favorites.  We do only one key change at the end, but it’s enough to get things rocking, along with a stand-up-and-shout a cappela chorus of “Jesus – we lift you up! Jesus!” that never fails to rock my world.
After a short welcome, we showed a home-grown video about money and stewardship.  We’re leaning into teaching some mini-lessons about this topic outside of the main sermon time, with a series of filmed messages called “My Two Cents”.  Each video is about 3 minutes long.  We’ll evaluate in a few weeks, but so far, so good – and Chad Milburn is doing a great job on the creative end.  You can check out week one’s vid here
You Are My Kingseemed to be a Billy Foote kind of day….
The message was excellent, based on the story of the woman caught in the act of adultery.  I have heard a gazillion messages taught on this story, and often heard the implication that as Jesus doodled in the sand, he was listing the hidden acts of the men who gathered around, clutching rocks, muscles taut in anticipation of violent consequence for the sinner.  Brian stretched this out a bit further, noting the background of the Greek word originally used, and dug in deeply to this act of the Savior.
At one point, Brian sat down on the floor, like a story-teller, and talked about how it must have looked to have Jesus sit.  At one point, Brian swept his hand across the carpet on the stage to demonstrate the act of clearing the sand – erasing what was written – and talked aobut the implications of Christ’s love and grace, not only for this individual woman, but for the Pharisees surrounding her in that moment, and for all of us in this moment.
Beautiful, BeautifulBrian found this song to close this service (it is SO awesome to work with a creative senior pastor!) and we began to vamp on the beginning chord progression as he talked more about grace.  When he finished, Sandy sang the song up through the bridge, and then Brian walked back out.
We had set five lined baskets out around the room, and filled each one with sand.  As the band continue to play quietly, Brian invited everybody to experience grace like we saw in the story from John – to come and write your own sin or issue or failing or heartbreak or brokenness in the sand, and then to wipe it away with your own hand – knowing that the grace of Jesus does just that in our lives.
It was powerful.  People lined up and waited for their turn.  It was a holy moment.  We sang the song again, and the chorus reverberated in the room:
Like sunlight burning at midnight
Making my life something so beautiful, beautiful
Mercy reaching to save me
All that I need
You are so beautiful, beautiful

It was a very good day.
This post is part of Fred McKinnon’s bloggy carnival.  Check it out here!

Also, “Beautiful, Beautiful” is by Francesca Batistelli.  Good stuff….

ALSO – Biz Tarr did the graphic work for this series.  She is AMAZING!

Hallelujah To The God Who Saves

Sometimes I realize with profound clarity that the life of our church community is complex and far-reaching.  I know that there are dynamic and fascinating small groups meeting every night of the week all over the county; folks are meeting for discipleship classes, connected at the Y, meeting for coffee, stopping by the office for appointments, working at the church house in Cartersville, planning events, etc.  PCC folks are networking all over the place.  And obviously we get together for our large celebration and worship experience on Sundays at PHS.

Tonight, I was reminded about how powerful any of our gatherings can be.  There’s this verse in the Bible that says, “Where two or more or gathered, I’m there” (referring to Jesus).  I experienced that tonight, as I do every time I visit FOCUS.
Teenagers meet on Sunday nights at Powhatan Elementary School.  The crowd varies, as do the activities.  Tonight, they finished up a series called Collide that featured several youth speakers, as well as youth pastor Angie Frame.  Marc Chewning did a fantastic job, reminding us of a couple things that caught my attention.

“God’s called every one of us to SOMETHING.  Some of us are missing this.”


I was led in worship, simply and gently, by a graceful, beautiful girl who sang songs of praise with her guitar and her angelic voice.  (Okay, it was my daughter – so I’m a little biased – but even if I didn’t know the girl, I’d be blessed.)  In this hollow room, without fancy sound equipment or lights or anything but each other, a small group of people sang loudly and passionately about God.
“Hallelujah to the God who saves
I will never be the same
Hallelujah to the God who saves
I’ll stand and my world will be changed”

I was so blown away, but by the smallest, most intimate thing:  A community of people, seeking God, simply being together.  It was awesome.
I love my church.  I love my God.  I am so grateful.

My Confession

When our income tax refund comes in, I usually take a bit of it and buy something for the house. Curtains, a chair, cookware; there’s always something that we could use that seems like a reasonable splurge.

This year, things have been so hectic and crazy that I decided rather than buying stuff to put in the house, I’d work in the opposite direction.
I paid someone to clean my house.
There, I confessed.  
She promised me that it would be an out-of-body experience.  It did feel – and smell – wonderful when I walked in the door.  My initial reaction was that it was worth every penny.  And it’s certainly an incentive to keep things tidy – and to clean the rest of the house (I could only afford to have her clean the bottom floor).
My kids tell me that they’ve worked up an arrangment to trade some babysitting time for cleaning with a friend of the family.  I’m thinking that might be a good deal.
We’ll need it asap.  David came home and promptly began to work on his grasslands ecosystem project, so there are giraffes, lions, pieces of felt and construction paper trimmings all over the dining room table….and the floor….
Life goes on…

Perry Noble At Unleash

Here’s the link to the main teaching sessions from the Unleash Conference that we attended last week. Give yourself some time and watch it. It’s as important as your Sunday morning attendance.

Be forewarned: Perry Noble doesn’t pull any punches. But be advised: this man loves Jesus and has committed his life to serve him and lead others to the cross.

Enjoy – and let me know what you think.

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You can see both sessions on Tony Morgan’s blog.  Check it out!