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I don't always do this,  but the response to this week's sermon was such that I thought maybe I should share it.   Audio of the sermon can be found on the Gospel Light Sermon Audio page.

I will give you one caveat:   these are my notes that I used in preparing for the message.  However, I generally go off-notes when I preach.  So while the main parts of the message are below, the audio is better.




Today is Palm Sunday.  Hopefully most of us know what that means.  

The celebration today focuses on what is called Jesus’ “Triumphal Entry” into Jerusalem.    We all know the story, but this is a sermon, so we’re going to have to read it again.   I really like Matthew’s account of it in Chapter 21.   It’s straightforward, beautifully written, beautiful imagery.  

But today, we’re going to read from Mark.   Chapter 11.  



1 Now when they drew near Jerusalem, to Bethphage[a] and Bethany, at the Mount of Olives, He sent two of His disciples; 2and He said to them, “Go into the village opposite you; and as soon as you have entered it you will find a colt tied, on which no one has sat. Loose it and bring it. 3 And if anyone says to you, ‘Why are you doing this?’ say, ‘The Lord has need of it,’ and immediately he will send it here.”
4 So they went their way, and found the[b] colt tied by the door outside on the street, and they loosed it. 5 But some of those who stood there said to them, “What are you doing, loosing the colt?” 
6 And they spoke to them just as Jesus had commanded. So they let them go. 7 Then they brought the colt to Jesus and threw their clothes on it, and He sat on it. 8 And many spread their clothes on the road, and others cut down leafy branches from the trees and spread them on the road. 9 Then those who went before and those who followed cried out, saying: 


      “ Hosanna! 

      ‘ Blessed is He who comes in the name of the LORD!’
[c]
       
10 Blessed is the kingdom of our father David 
      That comes in the name of the Lord!
[d]
      Hosanna in the highest!” 
 11 And Jesus went into Jerusalem and into the temple. So when He had looked around at all things, as the hour was already late, He went out to Bethany with the twelve.

You can feel it, can’t you?   The anticipation leading up to Easter.  It’s almost here – it’s like the best time of the year.   It’s like Christmas with good weather.  The flowers are blooming,  birds are singing, life is in the air.   We have all kinds of things coming up this week.  It’s awesome.


Jesus enters Jerusalem.  The “triumphal” entry they call it.  Why?  Because he comes as a king, right?  That’s the idea.   He comes boldly, people cheering him, throwing palm branches down before him. calling out to him.    They treated him royally, right?  

Maybe.

State Visit. 

takes months of preparation
nothing but the best


In the US, we have a thing called the State Arrival Ceremony.    it takes place on the South Lawn of the White House whenever a visiting head of state comes.   The ceremony was actually started by President Kennedy in 1962 and the first one welcomed the president of Algeria.   It has evolved over the years but basically

  • Color guard of all five branches of the armed services holding all 50 state flags
  • The President and first lady come out and they play ruffles and flourshes and Hail to the Chief
  • The visiting dignitary arrives.   They play a fanfare, both national anthems.
  • 19 or 21 gun salute
  • review the color guard
  • fife and drum corps plays Yankee Doodle
  • Remarks
  • Reception

There is usually a state dinner with hundreds of guests, engraved invitations hand written by calligraphers, a special menu…. 


Not exactly riding into town on a donkey, is it?

By contrast, Jesus’ “triumphal entry” was like having the Queen of England over to your house and feeding her KFC off paper plates in your basement.  


Now, I want you to notice something.   Verse 11.   It says that Jesus went into the temple and looked around, and then left.   John doesn’t tell us that part. 

So what did he see? 

Whatever it was, it made an impression on him.   


The next day was very different.  When Jesus came back to Jerusalem,  there was no fanfare, no waving of palms, no crowds, no cheers.   But Jesus is a man on a mission, even more so than usual.  

The first thing we see of that Monday morning is Jesus and his disciples walking from Bethany to Jerusalem.   Jesus is hungry and sees a fig tree.  But when he gets there, he finds no fruit on it, and curses it and it subsequently withers and dies.  Now this is a very strange story.  Mark tells us that it wasn’t even the season for figs.   This can only lead us to one conclusion:  God hates figs. 

We’re actually going to get back to the fig tree later, because the fig tree helps explain what happens next, just as what happens next explains the fig tree.   Bear with me.

Jesus goes back into Jerusalem, and goes back into the temple.

What did he see?   Money changers.   Commerce.  Business.  

2 Then Jesus went into the temple of God[f] and drove out all those who bought and sold in the temple, and overturned the tables of the money changers and the seats of those who sold doves. 13 And He said to them, “It is written, ‘My house shall be called a house of prayer,’[g] but you have made it a ‘den of thieves.’[h]
14 Then the blind and the lame came to Him in the temple, and He healed them.

Now, there’s nothing wrong with commerce, there’s nothing wrong with money changers – in fact they were necessary to the survival of the temple:

  • Offerings must be in temple coins.
  • Animals must be unblemished.


So why was Jesus so upset? 

Structure of the Temple.    
  • Holy of Holies - where God's real presence was
  • Holy Place - surrounded the Holy of Holies.  
  • Court of the Priests
  • Court of the Israelites - only Jewish men allowed
  • Court of the Women - all Jews allowed.  The "main" part of the temple, analogous to the sanctuary of a church. 
  • Court of the Gentiles - Open to everyone to come and seek God, pray, learn and be healed.


Court of the Gentiles

The court of the gentiles in Jesus’ time was like a bazaar or flea-market.    There were booths set up where people sold food, and souvenirs,  where they sold animals for sacrifices.  They sold tours of the temple complex.   And they had currency changers, who would change Roman money into temple coin for offerings. 

The problem was, the reason that the court of the gentiles existed was to have somewhere for the gentiles to be able to come and pray to God.   But all this commerce had pushed them out of the way – there was literally no room left for people to seek God. 

It wasn’t like we set up shop here in the sanctuary, or on the altar – it was like we set it up in the lobby, blocking the door.  


The Jews had room.   There was plenty of room in the inner courts.  No one was going in there.   But the Jews would shut themselves into the inside of the temple, and they used the outside – which was supposed to be for people to come and approach God – for their own convenience. 

They took the area that was designed to be a place of healing and grace for the sick and dying (spiritual and physical) and turned it into a convenience store for themselves.  Imagine having a medical emergency, and going to the ER, only to have them tell you they turned it into a health club – for healthy people only!    Where are you supposed to go and get well.  

That den of thieves quote?   That wasn’t by accident.     Jeremiah 7 says:

8 “Behold, you trust in lying words that cannot profit. 9 Will you steal, murder, commit adultery, swear falsely, burn incense to Baal, and walk after other gods whom you do not know, 10 and then come and stand before Me in this house which is called by My name, and say, ‘We are delivered to do all these abominations’? 11 Has this house, which is called by My name, become a den of thieves in your eyes? Behold, I, even I, have seen it,” says the LORD. 

In Jeremiahs time they worshipped idols in the temple.  In Jesus’ time, the Jews would do what they wanted for six days, then shut themselves up in their temple on the Sabbath, and call themselves righteous.  They turned their back on the “wrong” people.   Jesus spent all his time with the “wrong” people.   Which is why he was so angry with the people of Jerusalem.  He wasn’t angry at them because of what they were doing as much as because of who they were pushing out to do it. 

Remember the fig tree?   Jesus cursed it for being fruitless, even though it wasn’t in season.  Doesn’t seem fair, really, does it?  

But let’s look closer.

2 Now the next day, when they had come out from Bethany, He was hungry. 13 And seeing from afar a fig tree having leaves, He went to see if perhaps He would find something on it. When He came to it, He found nothing but leaves, for it was not the season for figs. 14 In response Jesus said to it, “Let no one eat fruit from you ever again.” 

When a fig tree begins to sprout in the spring, one of the first things that happen is that it grows leaves, usually in the end of March.  At the same time, though, it also grows these little buds that will fall off and be replaced by real figs in about six weeks.  They look like little green almonds.  They’re called taqsh.   And they are quite edible – peasants would eat them all the time. 

The fact that Jesus saw “nothing but leaves” means that there were no taqshs on the tree – and that it would not bear fruit that year.   So, even though it wasn’t the season,  Jesus knew it would be fruitless. 

The point is fruit.  Jesus’ call on our lives is to bear fruit – spiritual fruit.  But in order to do that, there has to be room for that fruit to grow.  We can’t get so wrapped up in doing what we do, that we leave no room for others  to approach the altar.   This is Palm Sunday.  Who did you invite today?   What room did you make in your lives for those to approach Jesus?   YOU ARE the Holy of Holies.   YOU ARE the temple. 

Are your gates open?

Is there room in your outer courts?

Or are you walled up inside your temple?







Wow...   I don't even know where to begin with this one.  This Palm Sunday was so busy and chock-full of Holy Ghost excitement, it's still like a blur.  Three churches, two sets, one choir performance, one preaching and  a hundred miles of driving, all packed into 15 hours.   Whew...

So we'll start at the beginning  - with the setlist.

Opening:

Hosanna (Tuttle)(G)

Main Set:

All Because of Jesus (Fee)(C)
All About You (Houghton/Cruse-Ratcliffe)(E)
Say So (Houghton/Gungor)(E)
Hosanna/Here I Am to Worship (Fraser/Hughes)(E)

Offering:

You're Worthy of My Praise (Ruis)(C)

So we started off the day (after rehearsal) leading worship at the Lighthouse Fellowship Church, which we do twice a month.  We love these guys, and we love being able to help this church plant get started.  We did a three-song set of "All About You" "Say So" and "Here I Am to Worship"

Back to Gospel Light.  I have to say that this week was the best worship service I have experienced in quite awhile.  Not just the music (although it was completely Off. The. Hook.)  But the way the worship flowed yesterday, there was a huge feeling of release in the congregation - it was loud, it was boisterous, it was... amazing.

Daniel was down from school for the weekend, and we had Chris join us on bass, so we had a full band for the first time in a couple of weeks, and we made use of it.  The theme for Palm Sunday (obviously) was Jesus.   We pulled out the old-school Carl Tuttle version of "Hosanna" for the walk-in.  Great song, especially on a Palm Sunday, and one we used to sing a lot back in the day.

I had done the setlist early in the week, but Friday came up with the thought to medley "Hosanna" with "Here I Am to Worship."   It worked like this:  we sang "Hosanna" pretty much straight-up the way we usually do.  At the end of the song, we had Aquim keep that distinctive beat going.  Daniel came in with the chorus to "Here I Am to Worship" - just drums, acoustic and one voice.  Then the first verse, adding bass, and finally back to the chorus with all the singers and electric.  We did the whole song like that - acoustic in the verses and full-out in the chorus.   When we got to the tag ( ...just call upon the name of the Lord...), Josh started singing it by himself with just a kick drum, slowly building to a full crescendo.  It was great.  I wish we had recorded it.

It was my turn on the preaching rotation.  My message was out of Mark 11 - Jesus cleaning the temple and cursing the fig tree.  The main gist was an exhortation for the church to take advantage of the opportunity that Holy Week and Easter present to reach outside the walls of the church - to clean out their "outer courts" and make room for new people.

After service, we all loaded up and drove down to the Bronx in New York City for the launch service of our church plant, Good News Christian Church.   GNCC has about 15 regular members at this point, but we filled the rented space with around 200 people for the launch with several different HFC churches and invited guests, plus some people from the neighborhood who were coming in to see what was happening.  The picture at the right is part of that service.   I played with our choir, Send Judah First, as part of the celebration.

It was a long day, and I was sore and exhausted afterwards, but give me that anytime.

Check out other recaps at The Worship Community.

3/26/10

Discomfort

This popped into my head when I woke up this morning.   I don't know why, but I usually learn to take such things seriously.

A couple of years ago I was watching an interview with David Crowder.  He was talking about one of his most popular songs, "O Praise Him (All this for a King)."   After mentioning that the band usually played the song in the key of E-flat, he said with an impish grin "...we do it at the top of their range so they have to sing loud.  That's a little trick we do."

That struck me as profound.  Imagine intentionally doing something to make people uncomfortable so they perform better.  Imagine doing that to ourselves?

Last night I had two conversations with two different friends of mine.  One is about to open a church plant in an unfamiliar city.  The other is from a small church trying to make a huge impact.  I envy both men in a way - both are way out on the front lines, making themselves uncomfortable, making others uncomfortable, but getting results.

This all really dovetails nicely into the sermon I'm preaching this upcoming Palm Sunday.   Suffice it to say that Jesus was the master of making people uncomfortable to get them to perform better.  We'll talk more about that later.

For now, look around and see if your playing it safe in any areas you should be making yourself uncomfortable.  Do you see any?  Try raising the key so you have to sing louder.




Here's this week's Sunday recap from Gospel Light Community Church:

Opening:

Blessed Assurance (Crosby/Knapp)(D)

Main Set:

Tell the World (Houston)(G)
Glory to God Forever (Fee/Beeching)(B)
O Praise Him (All This for a King)(Crowder)(Bb)
Agnus Dei (Smith)(G)
Revelation Song (Riddle)(D)

Offering:

Victory Chant (Vogles)(G>A)

The idea with two weeks to Easter was praising Jesus, and that's the theme of this week's setlist.   It was guitar and drums only today, so everything had a bit of rocked-out feel to it.  A lot of the women were away at their encounter weekend, so I felt fine turning the volume up a bit.

"Agnus Dei" is a tune that we haven't done in awhile.  I know a lot of churches don't sing "alleluia" songs during Lent, but we've never held to that convention.  And it felt right as we anticipate Jesus to sing it.  We do it acoustic, but in a Third Day style, so it really resonates.  The transition into "Revelation Song" went really well, and kept the flow going.  (I really like that song.)

"Victory Chant" is another "oldie-but-goody" kind of song.  Since it was an offering song, I played it really dirty, lots of overdrive and distortion, with a Bo Diddley beat to it.  Very George Thorogood-ish.  (Think "Who Do You Love.")  We start in G, and modulate up to A in the "Glory, glory" line.  Nice.

Next Sunday we'll be playing three churches - our usual twice-monthly awsomesauce at LFC, our church, and then the "official" launch of our church plant in the Bronx, Good News Christian Church.   Plus I'll be preaching.  Busy Palm Sunday coming up!

Check out other setlists at The Worship Community.

Each year, Larry Kirwan - poet, writer, musician and co-founder of the Celtic rock band Black 47, posts his "St. Patrick's Day Message" on the band's website.  It hasn't changed much over the years, maybe because the thoughts in it are fairly timeless.  Few people realize the struggles the Irish went through in America.  When my great-great grandfather Daniel stepped off his ship onto the frosty dock at Ellis Island, there was little to await him there by way of a welcome or a job. But he did have one thing - hope.   And his hope - and the hope of the million or more Irish emigrants - would lift them out of the slums of Five Points and Hell's Kitchen.  The same hope lifts us all out of the doom of our our natures, and into a joyous life with Christ.

Ladies and Gentlemen, Larry Kirwan:


On one day a year, they congregated outside St. Patrick's Cathedral off Prince Street in New York City and marched in celebration. To some of these immigrant Irish and their American born children it was a religious occasion, but to most the gathering was an affirmation of their right, not only to survive but, to thrive in their adopted country. That's what I sense on St. Patrick's Day - an echo from a time when the Irish were despised outsiders. And that's why I go along with the raucous energy, the excitement and even the green beer, the plastic shamrocks and the ubiquitous leprechaun. 

I didn't always feel that way. When I arrived from Ireland, these manifestations of Irish-America were at best embarrassing. Back home, our own celebrations were rigid and religious; we did sport actual sprigs of shamrock but there was no beer, green or otherwise. The Parade up Fifth Avenue and the ensuing bacchanal seemed downright pagan by comparison.

I had other immigrant battles of my own ahead. The band, Black 47, was formed to create music that would reflect the complexity of immigrant and contemporary Irish-American life and to banish When Irish Eyes Are Smiling off to a well earned rest in the depths of Galway Bay. This idea met with not a little resistance in the north Bronx and the south sides of Boston and Chicago; but when irate patrons would yell out in the middle of a reggae/reel "why can't yez sing somethin' Irish?" I would return the compliment with, "I'm from Ireland, I wrote it! That makes it Irish!"

With time and familiarity, Irish-America came to accept and even treasure Black 47, probably more for our insistence that each generation bears responsibility for solving the political problems in the North of Ireland, than for recasting Danny Boy as a formidable gay construction worker. I, in turn, learned to appreciate the traditions of the community I had joined along with the reasons for the ritualized celebration of our patron saint. And now on St. Patrick's Day, no matter what stage I'm on, mixed in with the swirl of guitars, horns, pipes and drums, I hear an old, but jarring, memory of a people rejoicing as they rose up from their knees.

Our battles, for the most part, have been won; indeed, one has to search an encyclopedia for mention of the Know-Nothing Party or various 19th Century nativist politicians and gangs. Anti-Irish sentiment, not to mention Anti-Catholicism is a thing of the past. Might it not be time then that our New York St. Patrick's Day Parade broaden its parameters to celebrate all Irishness no matter what religion (or lack thereof), sexuality or political conviction. It's a broad step, I know. But now with the makings of a just peace finally taking seed in the North of Ireland, might we not some day witness Dr. Paisley, Mr. Adams and various members of the Irish Gay community walk arm in arm up Fifth Avenue. Impossible? Perhaps, but I, for one, would have wagered heavily 15 years ago that the Sinn Fein party would never sit in a Northern Irish Parliament. Times change and with them tactics and, even, treasured principles.

Whatever about Parade pipe dreams, we still must honor the memory of those who paved the way for us. Part of that responsibility is that Irish-Americans should never forget the new immigrants from other lands, legal and otherwise. Many, like our forebears, are fleeing tyranny, economic and political, and are striving to feed and educate their families. It would be the ultimate irony if an Irish-American were to look down upon the least of them; for, in my mind anyway, there is no place in the Irish soul for racism, sectarianism, homophobia or even dumb old Archie Bunker type xenophobia. 

I once heard Pete Hamill ask: "What does the Pakistani taxi driver say to his children when he gets home after 12 hours behind the wheel?" I can't say for certain but I'll bet he echoes many of the sentiments of those Irish who gathered outside St. Patrick's Cathedral so many immigrant tears and years ago.



Here's this weeks recap from Gospel Light Community Church, Bridgeport CT.

Actually, it's not just from Gospel Light.  Our worship team has joined with a local church plant called Lighthouse Fellowship Church,  and we will be leading that small congregation in worship two Sundays a month until they raise up some worship leaders themselves.   The good thing is they are only about half a mile from our church, so we can have our rehearsal in the morning, go over to Lighthouse and play at the 9:30 service, and make it back for our own 10:30 service.   It makes for a busy morning, but it's a lot of fun, and it's great helping this plant.

Onto the setlist.  For GLCC the setlist is as follows:

Opening:

I Can Only Imagine (Maillard)(E)

Main Set:

All Because of Jesus (Fee)(C)
History Maker (Smith)(G)
Rescue (Anderson)(D)
The Heart of Worship (Redman)(D)
Came to My Rescue (Davies/Sampson/Thomas)(C)

Offering:

God Almighty (Santiago)(F)
You Are Good (Houghton)(E)

At Lighthouse, we did "History Maker," "I Can Only Imagine" and "Came to My Rescue"


All told, it was a rough week.  We had some issues with the time change (apparently) and Josh caught a stomach bug and couldn't sing.  Rehearsal was pretty rough, and we were kind of struggling through cues the whole morning.  On a good note, Chris joined us on keys, so we got a little depth back to the team.  We pulled it all together for the service, and things went pretty well.  I've found that when we are having issues as musicians, that's when the Holy Spirit steps in and makes things happen.

Check out other recaps at The Worship Community 



Each year, 268 Generation puts on what's called the Passion Conference, aimed primarily at college students. A lot of todays most popular worship leaders got their first big exposure at Passion, artists like Tim Hughes, Jami Smith, Chris Tomlin and David Crowder.  

This year's album has just been released, and The Joint has posted it's review.  Let's take a peek...


KLAMPERT: It’s Passion. It’s amazing and BIG. The UNITED cut is cool, but it’s wicked long and I would have rather had two new UNITED songs. Crowder track is pretty cool as well. So it is worth a buy, but I can’t say I love this whole CD.
BYRD: It’s just hard to look past the talent coming out of the Passion camp and Awakening seems to have been bathed in the Holy Spirit at Passion 2010 and aired out to dry for us worship in our cars, at home, and at church! And with only 3 previously released tracks this is a feast! 
MAHONEY: A good worship album, especially if you like Chris Tomlin. 
VANCE: A good few of my favourite artists are on here! 


So, head on over to The Joint and read the full review.  




Once in a while, you hear a record that completely surprises you, and breaks down a lot of barriers.  Newworldson is one of those records.  What did The Joint say?


KLAMPERT: There isn’t a song on here I don’t like. Absolutely brilliant! 
BYRD: There are a bunch of guys at our church whose goal is to get me into Tower of Power. I think I’ll get them into newWORLDSON! 
MAHONEY: cIn the words of Randy “The Dawg” Jackson, this thing is HAWT!  
VANCE: There is some groovy songs on here, especially the current single, “There Is A Way”. 

Read the entire Joint Review!  




Here's today's setlist from a busy day at Gospel Light Community Church.

First, we had a great morning service.  As much as I enjoyed last weekend's retreat, there's something missing whenever I'm not at my home church on a Sunday.  So it was good to be back.

Opening:

Beautiful One (Hughes)(D)

Main Set:

One Way (Houston, Douglass)(B)
Open the Eyes of My Heart (Baloche)(E)
Your Grace is Enough (Maher)(G)
Once Again (Redman)(A)

Offering:

Ancient of Days (Harville/Sadler)(D)

It was guitar and drums today in our new, stripped down lineup (although I'm working on a bass player) and things went very well.  Rehearsal was a tad rough, but the service sounded great, was upbeat, and was the kickoff of a beautiful day.

We haven't done "Beautiful One" in quite some time.  We do a Jeremy Camp-ish version of it.  I think the first time we did it was at a youth encounter, and it always reminds me of that.  "Ancient of Days" is such a great song, and one of the first ones I remember from Gospel Light.

We also had an afternoon baptism service.  We don't have a baptistery, so in the winter we use a nearby church.  We always do a few songs:

Again I Say Rejoice (Houghton)(E)
Cover the Earth (Houghton/Cruse-Ratcliff/Houghton)(D)
Rescue (Anderson)(D)

Right at the end of "Cover the Earth," I broke the E-string on my guitar, so I moved over to the keyboard for "Rescue."  Unfortunately, the unfamiliar board was locked into some weird sci-fi like voice.  It didn't sound terrible, but I would have preferred a piano sound.  We did get it straightened out for the post-baptism jam, though.

Check out some other recaps at The Worship Community.

Before we start, I am well aware of the fact that the Gospel Music Association awards,  known as the Dove Awards, are little different than the Grammys or Oscars - that is, they are an industry congratulating itself.  Dove nominations follow a similar path as Grammys.  I will keep all of that in mind as I parse the list of nominees and offer my off-the-cuff and invaluable thoughts.  It's not a criticism, I'm #justsayin

Where's Fee? 

There is a lot that is right with this year's list of nominees, and I think the Association got it mostly right.  But I'm always curious when I see Switchfoot on the list.  I like Switchfoot, don't get me wrong.  (Read my comments on Hello Hurricane)  But a Gospel music award.  Seriously, guys?

Did anyone see Fee? 

The big problem with the Doves (like the Grammys) is that it's all mainstream stuff, stuff the industry want to see rewarded.  So you won't see anything like Sojourn's ridiculously amazing album Over the Grave here.  But I don't understand not seeing Matt Redman's We Shall Not Be Shaken. Did the stamp fall off the letter or something?

Fee....    Fee....    Has anyone seen Steve Fee? 

Coolest name in Gospel music:   Smokie Norful.

I love the song "How He Loves" as much as the next guy, all 1,325 covers of it.  I love the Crowder version of it.  I love DC*B, period.   But the song is five years old!  I guess "unforeseen kiss" makes it new.

Did anyone in the GMA listen to Awake?

"Revelation Song" needs to win Song of the Year.  It's simple, it's elegant, it's got a great story to it, and off all the songs in the category, it's the one that's echoing through churches everywhere.

I hope Kari Jobe wins.

These guys are luck that Phil Wickham's Heaven and Earth missed the deadline.  See ya next year. Vicky Beeching is gonna be there, too.  Or should be.

It is a tragedy, bordering on a crime, that Fee's Hope Rising is nowhere on this list. I don't even get that. It was released three weeks before the cutoff, and clearly could be a contender for Praise & Worship Album of the Year. There's a couple of songs that are good enough to stand on their own as well, Notably "Glory to God Forever."

One very cool thing that's happening this year, is that fans get to vote for two categories: New Artist of the Year and Artist of the Year. So head on over here and vote!

Hopefully, you read this blog enough to realize I didn't to a Sunday recap this weekend.  (Hopefully, you read The Worship Community enough to know they weren't posted there on Sunday either)  There is a perfectly good reason for these breaches of internet etiquette.  Allow me to explain.

This weekend myself and several other worship leaders participated in a great men's retreat hosted by Lifepath Church in Rhode Island, home of the infamous Joel Klampert.  Besides Joel and his dad Dave (Lifepath's pastor) on guitar and drums, respectively, the band consisted of myself on bass, Fred McKinnon on keys and Conner Byrd on guitar.  With the exception of myself and the Klamperts, none of us had played together. Some of us hadn't even met before.  Add that to a list of thirty-odd songs that most of us had never played before, some of which a couple of us hadn't heard before, and you have a recipe for disaster.

Well, disaster never showed up, but not for lack of trying.

I had a pretty rough time getting there, I won't lie.  Plans started unraveling on Friday, and it looked like I was going to have to either go home after work and drive to New Hampshire on Saturday, or skip it all together.  But some intervention by God, and some more by my wonderful wife, and off I was, two hours behind schedule.  A two-hundred mile drive through the Berkshires (oh, did I mention the blizzard like whiteout?) and I arrived at the retreat center exhausted yet excited, only to find out that the power was out on the mountain, and we were running off generators.  (They actually live for that stuff in New Hampshire)  As tired as I was, I found myself staying up until almost 2AM talking to the retreat leader, Jack Osteen, and a couple of the other guys about all kinds of stuff.

Saturday brought some ridiculous snow.  But the show must go on, and the band met early to workout the morning set. And that's when it all clicked.  This is going to sound cliche, but it felt like we'd been playing together for years.  These are some crazy-talented guys, and things just began to flow.  I hate to use another cliche in the same paragraph, but there was a Holy Spirit anointing in that place.

Saturday night's session/set was where things really took off.  Once the sun went down and we had to add lights to the generator's load, we started running into power problems.  During rehearsal, the breaker kept tripping.  We had to make a choice between lights and music, and we went with music.  We dug up every flashlight we could, and used duct tape to attach them to mic stands.

We began the set, and things were going well.  It was intimate, it was powerful, it was awesome!   On the second to last song, the breaker tripped again.  We lost the amps, we lost the keys, we lost the projector.  Then Joel and Conner - worship ninjas! - grabbed acoustic guitars and walked into the middle of the room and just kept things going. Christians don't need lights - we are lights!

During the altar call set, I was ministering at the altar, so Chris Moncus stepped in.  Turns out Chris is not only  - and I mean this - a world class photographer, he is also a seriously excellent musician.  About thirty minutes after the evening session ended, the lights - the real lights - came back on.  But to be honest, it was almost an anticlimax to have a "normal" service on Sunday.

Sunday afternoon we drove back to Rhode Island for an a.m.a.z.i.n.g. concert at Lifepath...   but that's another post.

Here's a couple of clips from that in-the-dark session.   Great stuff!