Had a GLORIOUS sleep-in this morning, yay! Woke up just before lunch. Four of us decided to go out for lunch, so we went to a place called Chili’s. It reminded me a little of Spur’s vibe – they have similar looking tables and lay-out of the place. One huge down-side was that the colour of the walls in the bathroom was baby poo. I’m not exaggerating. The walls are lumpy too. It’s like someone did some collecting, and then slapped it all up there! Felt so manky in that room! ANYHOO, that’s all completely beside the point... it was a great lunch! And it was so good to ‘debrief’ after the worship gathering. We shared some stories, and some of the stuff God is doing in us. I also had a random “A-ha” moment: there was a Florence + The Machine song playing in the background at some point, and of course I got excited about that! So I said something about it, but the others couldn’t hear it. It made me think about how strange that is – when you know a song, it’s easier to pick it out of all the background noise... you know? So THEN I thought: that’s kinda what it’s like with God’s voice too. We need to get so familiar with the “song” of His voice that we’re able to hear it even when there are many other noises trying to drown it out. I like that :o)
After lunch we visited Walmart (my first time). It is quite the experience. It’s kinda like someone decided to take a Pick n’ Pay, Mr Price, Hi-Fi corporation, Incredible Connection AND Home Etc and smoosh them all together. It’s like Macro/Game on steroids! One of my friends announced to the guy who welcomes you at the door (!) that it was my first time in Walmart. I have NEVER seen such a horrified face! He couldn’t quite believe it! To finish off my American-experience day, we ended up watching True Grit after supper, in the worship room. It’s a great story – the script is AMAZING! It doesn’t have a very satisfactory ending though, so if you’re the kind who likes those, I wouldn’t recommend it. But it felt very fitting for the day :o)
Another two thoughts I’ve been thinking recently: If I am MADE for worship (which I am)... if that is my FUNCTION, then everything I do is worship. I know that sounds kind of obvious, but think about it: literally every single movement of every part of my body; every sound that comes out of me; every SINGLE thing about me is worship because it proclaims that I am alive, that I am ME, and that there was Someone who created me. WHOA. Or think of it like this: a fan is made to move air around to cool us. Everything a fan does is move air around. Everything it does fulfils its function. There is no part of it that is not being a fan. Of course, we’re more complicated than that, but hopefully you catch my drift...
Secondly: it’ll do me no good to return home and try to sing the same songs that Melissa and Jonathan sing. I LOVE these songs, and I’m not saying I’ll never sing them. What I AM saying is that God has placed songs in me that I need to sing. In each one of us! And we need to sing those songs with all my heart. Jonny and Mel often sing out similar themes during prophetic worship (coming out of cages of fear; we are the children of a happy Father; my chest is the closest to heaven I’m going to get on this earth, etc) – because they know those things to be true; they have walked them out with God over many years. I often feel pressured to constantly be singing about new things (and that can be good too, “sing a NEW song and all that”), but there are some things that I know and I’ve experienced that need to be sung about because other people need to catch those things. That’s my contribution to The Church. I hope that makes sense... I’m still pondering these things ;o)
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