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take your kids to worship?

When is the last time you worshiped with your children?

If you’re like me, when you read that question you immediately think about the last time you sang songs with your kids.  Maybe even the last time you danced around the living room in an impromptu session of “Father Abraham”.  Quite possibly, thoughts about young children in worship services were brought to mind.  You may be a fan of children going to separate “children’s church” services.  Maybe you would rather families worship together, and if you have a problem with my squirmy 3 year old, or colicky baby, deal with it. 🙂

Last week, I was with a group of pastors when we were reminded of Exodus 9:1, and the story of Moses being called by God to free His people from Egypt.  Imagine me and my daughters, or a group of teens, singing with lots of energy, “Pharaoh Pharaoh, Oooooh baby let my people go, HOOUGH!, Yeah yeah yeah!!” (kids song).  But for all the focus on freedom, we forget a bit of the verse.  They’re not simply freed for the sake of being free:

Then the LORD said to Moses, “Go to Pharaoh and say to him, ‘This is what the LORD, the God of the Hebrews, says: “Let my people go, so that they may worship me.” Exodus 9:1

We don’t know a ton of specifics about the living conditions of ancient Egyptian slaves, but we can assume God wasn’t simply hoping to let his people sing a song or two.  It probably wasn’t just a call to allow them to pray in a public place.  Here are a few things we do know:

1. They were not free.  They were bound, and more than just literally.  They were forced to accomplish the projects and desires of their masters.  A life of worship involves not only general freedom, but the freedom to create as well.

2. Their time was consumed by serving the culture and people/masters in power/influence.  A life of worship involves a “loosening” of time and commitments, allowing space for new and unplanned things to occur.

3. They were often treated/related to as a number of “things owned”.  A life of worship involves a gathering of unique individuals, each allowed and called to exist and respond to God together.  Such a life listens to the quiet voices, gives strength to the weak, and values all.

4. They served a society built on foundations of injustice.  A life of worship involves bringing justice, as defined by God’s redemptive order – not man’s.  This life proclaims by it’s very nature, the worthiness of God, and the beauty/good-ness of His creation.

What we usually mean by worship, (singing), would probably have been allowed as a slave in ancient Egypt, even if it had to be done in the privacy of their own living area.  (In fact, I have proof on my VHS copy of “Prince of Egypt” as all the slaves were singing together.)

But as we see in God’s desire for His people, the conditions they lived in were not allowing them to experience True worship.  Why would we settle for the kind of worship possible as slaves in Egypt?

We’ve been set free, and it’s time for us to lead our children in becoming worshipers…by involving our selves and our families in the kind of worship God set His people free toward…:)

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Leaving Facebook…

This past week I taught a brief session on “Technology & Wisdom”. There was a LOT of great material, albeit poorly presented. (fellow youth pastors, if you’re interested I can e-mail it to you) But researching the use of technology continued to prick me in the interest of how my personal use could be changed to better honor God.

I’m a Type A personality. I like to be the center of attention, and have a major voice in conversations. Of course, I love a website dedicated to me, and allowing thousands of other people to “thumbs up” what I post. Each time I logged onto Facebook, I watched for the little red alerts at the top, feeding off their “high-five-like” affirmations. I liked thinking that anyone, at any moment in time, might think that I’m important enough to connect with via the interweb. Not much about facebook was helping me learn or grow in my desire to be humble…quite the opposite. The amount of time I’ve spent on this one website alone over the past several years is unhealthy.

The amount of personal validation and affirmation I’ve looked for it to provide, knowingly or subconsciously, is unhealthy. Time I should have given to family, work, marriage, actual friendships, or just breathing slowly in God’s presence…..was stolen (or given away) by my addiction to the site.

So why was this addiction allowed? Because it’s a great website. Seriously.

The ability to share pictures with family and friends who care, is great. The ability to quickly send and receive prayer requests on a large scale, and connect to photo/video updates on what God is doing in the lives of those we care for???? It’s incredible. The amazing support and love that has been given and received many times has been awesome.

And so…I’m only slightly leaving Facebook.

If we’re personal friends/family, please add my wife’s profile. She’s not an addict, and we’ll share the important things/communications of life still.

 If we’re connected through the church/ministry/Free Methodist activities, please add Moundford Youth’s Site. It will be updated with ministry statuses, messages, photos, videos, etc.

If you enjoyed me posting updates from my blog, and want to follow either my writing or our adoption journey, go to: DifferentParent.com, and enter your e-mail address on the right to receive updates!!

Do I think everyone should leave Facebook? Nope. But I’m gonna. Kinda. Thanks for understanding. My profile will be active for about a week to make sure people get the message. May God be with you, as each of us learns and grows in our ability to honor Him with every aspect of our lives…

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holes. (an illustration. ish.)

So let’s say there’s this giant wall. As big as the eye can see. Stretching in all ways on every direction. On one side, there is this crazy active, churning, flowing, transformational water. On the other side, a world made for water, but drying out. It’s changing as it dries. Not for the better.

Something happens. The wall is transformed. It’s thinner than it once was. It threatens to rip right in half, and let loose the water found behind it. But it must remain for now.

There becomes a hole in the wall, coming from the other side. As the trickle of water squirts through the hole, it threatens the dryness that has become so familiar to the world. Some embrace it, and experience what it offers. Others run from it, protect themselves from it, pretend it’s not what it seems.

Over time, some realize they can become a hole. But to become a hole is a strange thing. You give up whatever dried out identity you have built around yourself. It’s difficult to do. Some choose not to, finding one of a list of growing excuses. But there are some to still do, pressing themselves into the thin veil so hard that they burst through the other side, only to be blown back towards the world by the force of the rushing water…but remaining there as a hole.

There are places in the wall where trickles are running through. A lone small hole, in the midst of a large area of the wall. Almost like a dollar store squirt gun permanently mounted and squirting from the wall. The dry world soaks up all it can in these areas.

There are other areas. A hose has been run, from the dry land, duct taped to the wall, and spouting out back onto the dry land. From a distance, it seems water is flowing from beyond the wall. But coming closer, you realize it’s the same, dry-sourced stuff that exists everywhere already. But many gather anyways. After all, it’s still wet, right?

Then there are other areas. Areas where the holes are so close together. Where the holes seem to come together as one GIANT hole, and water is POURING through these areas, making contact with the world and transforming what once was dryness back into what it was created to be. Alive. Through the water.

Someday, the holes believe, the thin layer separating the churning waters from the land that is drying out will be removed completely. Not because of the holes themselves, but it certainly is in the same direction as they’ve been existing. They look forward to that day. They try to get others to join them in opening the wall.

Not so that they can “become holes” too.

But so that the water can get through and transform the world New…