Bunch of Nonsense
Music, Books and Life in the SpiritArchive for August, 2007
vacation confessional #1
I know this is shocking. I’m actually writing a post, but miracles do happen. This is my first vacation confessional (Victor and Eric are always doing Worship confessionals, so I thought I would jump on the band wagon). I’m off for another three weeks, so who knows maybe I’ll actually write a second one. Anyway, it is Sunday morning and Tam and I have already been to church (Rock Harbor) but now I’m here at home… and its only a little after 11 in the morning. Home alone on a Sunday morning! This is REALLY a rare thing for me. My Sunday’s at Calvary Church begin at 6am or so and end sometime after 3pm. I don’t think I have been home alone on a Sunday morning (except for once when I came home from Brazil with some kind of Jungle fever) since maybe the fall of 1989 (and even then I wouldn’t have been home alone), so maybe its been even longer, like the 70s or something. (BTW, Tam is here with me, but did an all-nighter doing the Hume video for Calvary High School and is now getting some much needed rest). It’s so queit in the neighborhood. There’s no real traffic. People seemed to not be at home. There’s a slight breeze. Even Hank and Wilson are all sacked out in the shade. The park next to our house is utterly still. I’m playing pandora.com (internet radio) a mix based on the music of Arlid Andersen Group (music I would describe as Norwegian choroal jazz, very still, peaceful, almost cold), since then pandora has played music by Billy Cobham, Pearl Django, Omar Sosa, Pharaoh Sanders, Bill Frisell’s music from the Finding Forester Soundtrack… all very quite, contemplative. Mike Erre’s sermon this morning was on the first line of the Lord’s Prayer and God’s long standing desire for His name to be properly honored and our role in making that happen. One of the examples he used, hit home for me. God’s desire for his name to be honored is like that of a dad who has a stranger telling his children that you are not their father, that someone else is the child’s father and that after a while the child begins to call the other person father. The anger and jealousy and pain that you would feel! And your desire for the child and the world to know that YOU are that child’s father. I can’t imagine such pain and jealousy. Let it be known, for good or bad, but I AM Jesse and Abby and Benjamin’s father and there can be no other. Maybe there’s some pride in that, but such is the case with God. He desires and always has, his name to be honored and held to the place it rightly deserves, high above the heavens and all creation! It will happen someday, but until then He asks us to help others see Him as He really is, completely Holy and Greater than all of creation!
