Never Shout Never

I am committed to PCC – not just because I work there, but because I believe so passionately in what we do. We strive to make it a place where people can feel welcome, comfortable and safe. Above all, we want people to have a relationship with God.

We believe that relationship develops in different ways, at different rates of discovery. We believe that there is undeniable, irrefutable truth to be found in the Bible. We believe that God honors obedience, and that His precepts are set out for our good.

We don’t believe in legalism, but we do believe that God has designed a good way for his people to live.

We believe that a relationship with God should be vibrant and alive through every hour of every day of the week. We believe in transformation.

And we hope that people will come to our church in an effort to see God, to enter into community with others who are striving to follow the teachings of Christ. We hope that they’ll come with open minds and hearts; because we believe that God will meet us there, when we gather.

And we continue to believe that something happens when we meet together, something that makes “going to church” worth the effort. I caught this video this morning and found that it makes my heart happy, to hear witness of such an honest hallelujah. It makes my heart happy, even as it makes me a little sad to know that it’s sort of about rejecting church. It makes me want to strive even deeper into being creative and open and inventive enough to welcome people like Christofer Ingle (also known as Never Shout Never) into our community and make sure there’s a place for him.

Because his hallelujah helps our hallelujah, which our voices sing together. We need each other.

HT to Ben Arment for linking to this vid. Good stuff.

Wicked Excited

I want to write a blog post; I have so much swirling inside of me right now that needs to be released!

But maybe that’s just the pizza I ate. (Time for a confession – the “new” Dominos is good. Too good. I ate four pieces. It is disturbing to realize that I ate, basically, half a pizza.)
Lord, help me. It’s nervous energy.
Anyway, I want to write all about Wicked, because we saw it today and oh my oh my oh my. What an incredible experience – what a story. I knew all of the music but I have never seen the show, and so all the blanks were filled in and I was stunned at how it unfolded. I found it an incredibly spiritual experience – there was this rich undercurrent of redemption and grace and temptation and greed and good gone bad and forgiveness….it was brilliant. Absolutely brilliant. The story stands on its own, but the sets and costumes and effects were unbelievable. I cried, more than once.
I would love to go see this show again, on this current run, just to soak it all up again. I just might do that, if $100 drops out of the sky.
I went with my mom and my girls – it was a Christmas gift – and we had a great lunch and enjoyed the show immensely.
And the rest of what is swirling around inside of me (with the pizza) is the undeniable fact that tomorrow morning our church will worship – for the first time – in our own space. We’ll be in a building in which we have invested blood, sweat, tears, prayers and financial resources. It is far from perfect but it it gloriously ready for us, and tomorrow we are going to fill it with people and give credit where it is due – “Not to us, but to YOUR name be the glory…”

I can’t wrap my brain around it yet. If services tomorrow are anything like rehearsal last night, I’m likely to fall over. Or stomp my foot through the platform. It was just amazing.
I love my church, the people in it, and the God who created us and loves us – oh, how he loves us.
PCC. 4480 Anderson Highway. 9:30 and 11:00 AM Sunday.
It’s going to be a great day.

"I Don’t Have A Choice, But I Still Choose You"

Posting this because it breaks my heart.

Music has that power, to take us into a story that we don’t even know, and within 300 seconds reshape our understanding of a moment.
Great art holds up a mirror to our souls. A simple lyric, an ostinato on one string, the rawness of the human voice and a little dissonance. Grace. Aural grace.
I think that Kim will like this, and Jayne and Jenn and Hope and Mary Elizabeth and Angie. I hope they soak in its grace today.
HT to my brother for his impeccable musical taste and guidance.