Earlier this week I had coffee with a delightful woman whose family does not listen to much music. My understanding is that it's a sound issue where they can't handle the volume level. They went to a concert and had to leave because the sound stimulation was too much.
I tried to envision what my life would be like without music. I almost always have music playing. If it's not on, there's probably a song running through my head. Concerts are my family's bonding activity.
We've gone to the same multi-day Christian music festival for nine years. Our record is six Mark Schultz concerts in one calendar year. We sit around quoting "As Is" by Peder Eide as if "Samson was a long-haired, arrogant womanizer" is a perfectly logical thing to say in conversation.
If it weren't for music, we'd probably have to watch movies or take up karate like normal people.
When I talk about Lifest, I tell the silly stories: the standing ovation earned by a water bottle, the mud so bad our van had to be pushed into the parking lot, using my lawn chair as an umbrella, etc.
But I think about it, I think about worshipping with Phillips, Craig, and Dean as the rain gently fell on my face. I think about kneeling on fist-sized gravel to stretch my arms up to my Abba Father like a child wanting to be held. I remember Peter Furler (when he was in Newsboys) talking about God's perfect timing only to have a nearby train interrupt his sentence.
Can I worship without music?
I love how the Lord gets my attention through songs I've heard a million times. I get a taste of heaven when strangers unite as a family to sing praises to our Father. I didn't perform "My Savior, My God" in ASL in front of a crowded room of Nicaraguan believers; I worshipped my Savior, my God with my hands.
Through music may be one of my favorite ways to worship, but it's certainly not the only way.
To affirm or encourage someone, that's worship. To serve and love on someone, that's worship. To hug someone, to squeeze a shoulder as you pass, to look someone in the eye. Worship. To genuinely ask how someone's doing, to sit down and share life over a cup of coffee, to bring lunch to an under-employed freelance writer. Worship. To dance, to play ping pong, to sign, to make copies, etc. they can all be worship. (My thoughts on this have been heavily influenced by TASTE Worship--check it out).
In Guatemala, there was a day I was "forbidden" to sing and sign. I worshipped that day. I removed flecks of orange paint from a brush and bucket, and it was worshipful.
Can I worship with music?
Last summer, I remember running through the park arguing with God about being twenty minutes late to a forty-minute show. He brought to my attention that I was not approaching the concert with the right heart.
It wasn't the first time.
How often do I attend a concert just to add another artist to my repertoire? How often do I absent-mindedly sing along without realizing what I'm saying?
These questions hurt because I am ashamed of their answers.
Even at Christian concerts, my heart is not always in the right place. I've sung along, I've waved my arms, I've screamed at the top of my lungs, and I hate to confess it has not always been for the Lord.
It happens under a rain-free sky. It happens in a crowded, dark auditorium. It happens in my church on Sunday mornings. It happens to me more often than I care to admit.
I voluntarily took a day this week and turned the music off. I washed dishes in silence. I drove across town in the quiet. I worked without any accompaniment.
It was weird and awkward at first but then it became peaceful.
That's worship.
Weird and awkward at first. Uncomfortable and strange. But then peaceful, wonderful, and necessary.
Whether you're a person who loves to literally feel the beat of the drums or just prefers white noise in the background, take some time this week to worship with the radio off.
Let me know how it works for you.
<>< Katie
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Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Project 7
What can make or break a college student's self-esteem in mere seconds?
A trip to the post office.
For years I've been listening to Peder Eide talk about Taste Worship's family bonding activities. My family is mostly grown, lives in three states, and refuses to participate in anything I suggest. I'm sick of waiting for a future family to apply the things I'm learning.
Last week I began to ponder: what about my Ministry Team Family? We're a group of ten students who go out in the community and lead youth retreats, lock-ins, Wednesday nights, etc. We spend time weekly sharing life by praying for each other, talking about what God has been teaching us lately, sharing our testimonies, doing devotions, etc.
Like all good ideas, what if? What if we all do our own Project 25? The idea is that you write, "I love you because" on the top of a piece of paper and then list 25 reasons why you love a particular family member. Well, 25 things I love about that person is a lot to come up with for someone I met six months ago and see once a week for an hour.
The what ifs continued and out popped Project 7. I immediately facebooked the idea to my co-leader. If I hadn't, I probably would have chickened out. My mailbox was empty that day and thus so was my self-esteem.
By the strength of the Holy Spirit, I pitched the idea to my team. What if every day for the next seven days we as a team were each going to anonymously encourage a certain team member? Lift them up in prayer, affirm them, mail them Bible verses and candy, etc. I really thought they'd think it lame. (Mailbox was empty that day, too). I told them to be creative.
We exchanged names and went on our way. I prayed everyone would participate so no one was left out. I had no idea how God would use a silly "What If?" idea.
Day One
I saw three excited facebook status updates thanking their Project Seven person.
Day Two
Taste Worship sent out the Project 25 idea. I realized how far we've come from the original idea!
Day Three
One girl told me she was loving sending her Project Seven person anonymous notes. It took some prodding to figure out she was not receiving anything but she didn't mind. (Her sender was home sick).
Day Four
God used my Project Seven Person to encourage me exactly how I needed it that day.
Day Five
Blew! My! Mind! A friend not on my team cornered me in the caf.
"Hypothetically, if my Project Seven person lives in your apartment and I, hypothetically, had something to leave on her bed. Would you, hypothetically, let me in?"
Hypothetically, how did you learn about Project Seven?
Another team stole the idea and were participating as well! How awesome is that?
Day Six
I began to get emails and text messages, "Are we going to do this again next week?! We're not meeting this week because of the Green Bay Packers bringing the Lombardi Trophy home to Titletown, can we keep sending our person stuff?"
Day Seven
I have a gift in my backpack to slide into a friend's backpack tomorrow... on behalf of my roommate who didn't have any idea that this whole cockamamie scheme developed in her own bedroom.
God multiplied a simple "What if?" idea and used it well beyond what I could have ever dreamed! The only credit I can take is obediently following the prompting of the Spirit.
Some of our creative ideas:
- campus mailed handwritten notes containing encouragement and Bible verses and accompanied with candy bars (campus mail is free)
- a card with seven note cards: one for each day (sent through real mail... postage paid)
- notes slid under dorm room doors
- affirming text messages sent from blocked numbers
- a phone call on behalf of a Project Seven Person with a personal, encouraging message.
And unlike most things that happen in my suite, Project Seven has stayed anonymous. No one wants to be figured out! They want to keep it a secret and guess at our next meeting. Our next meeting we will, by popular demand, re-exchange names and do it again, getting more creative as the semester progresses.
Two lessons here:
1. Let the Holy Spirit use you. Don't make our self-esteem depended on what you receive (or don't receive) in the mail. Be willing to be bold.
2. A little bit of encouragement goes a long, long way. The knowledge that someone is praying for you is HUGE!
<>< Katie
PS: Feel free to take this idea and use it as you and the Lord see fit.
A trip to the post office.
For years I've been listening to Peder Eide talk about Taste Worship's family bonding activities. My family is mostly grown, lives in three states, and refuses to participate in anything I suggest. I'm sick of waiting for a future family to apply the things I'm learning.
Last week I began to ponder: what about my Ministry Team Family? We're a group of ten students who go out in the community and lead youth retreats, lock-ins, Wednesday nights, etc. We spend time weekly sharing life by praying for each other, talking about what God has been teaching us lately, sharing our testimonies, doing devotions, etc.
Like all good ideas, what if? What if we all do our own Project 25? The idea is that you write, "I love you because" on the top of a piece of paper and then list 25 reasons why you love a particular family member. Well, 25 things I love about that person is a lot to come up with for someone I met six months ago and see once a week for an hour.
The what ifs continued and out popped Project 7. I immediately facebooked the idea to my co-leader. If I hadn't, I probably would have chickened out. My mailbox was empty that day and thus so was my self-esteem.
By the strength of the Holy Spirit, I pitched the idea to my team. What if every day for the next seven days we as a team were each going to anonymously encourage a certain team member? Lift them up in prayer, affirm them, mail them Bible verses and candy, etc. I really thought they'd think it lame. (Mailbox was empty that day, too). I told them to be creative.
We exchanged names and went on our way. I prayed everyone would participate so no one was left out. I had no idea how God would use a silly "What If?" idea.
Day One
I saw three excited facebook status updates thanking their Project Seven person.
Day Two
Taste Worship sent out the Project 25 idea. I realized how far we've come from the original idea!
Day Three
One girl told me she was loving sending her Project Seven person anonymous notes. It took some prodding to figure out she was not receiving anything but she didn't mind. (Her sender was home sick).
Day Four
God used my Project Seven Person to encourage me exactly how I needed it that day.
Day Five
Blew! My! Mind! A friend not on my team cornered me in the caf.
"Hypothetically, if my Project Seven person lives in your apartment and I, hypothetically, had something to leave on her bed. Would you, hypothetically, let me in?"
Hypothetically, how did you learn about Project Seven?
Another team stole the idea and were participating as well! How awesome is that?
Day Six
I began to get emails and text messages, "Are we going to do this again next week?! We're not meeting this week because of the Green Bay Packers bringing the Lombardi Trophy home to Titletown, can we keep sending our person stuff?"
Day Seven
I have a gift in my backpack to slide into a friend's backpack tomorrow... on behalf of my roommate who didn't have any idea that this whole cockamamie scheme developed in her own bedroom.
God multiplied a simple "What if?" idea and used it well beyond what I could have ever dreamed! The only credit I can take is obediently following the prompting of the Spirit.
Some of our creative ideas:
- campus mailed handwritten notes containing encouragement and Bible verses and accompanied with candy bars (campus mail is free)
- a card with seven note cards: one for each day (sent through real mail... postage paid)
- notes slid under dorm room doors
- affirming text messages sent from blocked numbers
- a phone call on behalf of a Project Seven Person with a personal, encouraging message.
And unlike most things that happen in my suite, Project Seven has stayed anonymous. No one wants to be figured out! They want to keep it a secret and guess at our next meeting. Our next meeting we will, by popular demand, re-exchange names and do it again, getting more creative as the semester progresses.
Two lessons here:
1. Let the Holy Spirit use you. Don't make our self-esteem depended on what you receive (or don't receive) in the mail. Be willing to be bold.
2. A little bit of encouragement goes a long, long way. The knowledge that someone is praying for you is HUGE!
<>< Katie
PS: Feel free to take this idea and use it as you and the Lord see fit.
Monday, January 4, 2010
Book Review: Love Languages
I asked for the Five Love Languages for Christmas. Grandma thought it sounded dirty but didn't consult my mother before buying it. She figured the singles edition would be cleaner, so she made the executive decision that I needed The Five Love Languages: Singles Edition.
Ouch!
Upon further investigation, I realize I do fit the target audience.
Adult? Check
Single? Check
I could not help but laugh to myself because receiving the singles edition of a book is in stark contrast to the Christmas with the other side of the family the night before ("Katie, any cute guys at your school?"). The irony is that the stalking-family doesn't invite boyfriends/girlfriends to Christmas and the book-gifting side included four boyfriends in our midst. Mixed messages here, folks.
I put the "You're going to be single for the rest of your life" condemnation aside and read the book. Enjoyed it, too.
Gary Chapman analyzes five ways people feel loved:
1. Quality time
2. Gifts
3. Acts of service
4. Words of encouragement, affirmation
5. Physical touch
He argues every person enjoys all five but has one specific love language they need in order to truly feel loved. I struggled to figure out my own primary love languages but had no trouble discovering the love languages of those around me. It was actually really fun to think about the important people in my life and how I can best express my love and appreciation to them.
Even though I am not currently in a romantic relationship, I feel this book was worth my time. I'd recommend reading it (singles edition or normal edition) to anyone who interacts with people on a regular basis. Chapman is not humble when discussing how the concept of the five love languages has saved countless marriages. I don't know if this is true or not but I can see how it could be helpful between couples, struggling or not. I would love to someday read it again with my fiancé prior to our marriage because I think it's an area where we should be on the same page.
Oh, and in case you're wondering, the singles edition isn't actually cleaner but neither book is dirty. I've read things in class that are dirtier than this (BEFORE I took an entire semester of Beat Lit).
One book down for 2010, meaning 14 to go!
<>< Katie
Ouch!
Upon further investigation, I realize I do fit the target audience.
Adult? Check
Single? Check
I could not help but laugh to myself because receiving the singles edition of a book is in stark contrast to the Christmas with the other side of the family the night before ("Katie, any cute guys at your school?"). The irony is that the stalking-family doesn't invite boyfriends/girlfriends to Christmas and the book-gifting side included four boyfriends in our midst. Mixed messages here, folks.
I put the "You're going to be single for the rest of your life" condemnation aside and read the book. Enjoyed it, too.
Gary Chapman analyzes five ways people feel loved:
1. Quality time
2. Gifts
3. Acts of service
4. Words of encouragement, affirmation
5. Physical touch
He argues every person enjoys all five but has one specific love language they need in order to truly feel loved. I struggled to figure out my own primary love languages but had no trouble discovering the love languages of those around me. It was actually really fun to think about the important people in my life and how I can best express my love and appreciation to them.
Even though I am not currently in a romantic relationship, I feel this book was worth my time. I'd recommend reading it (singles edition or normal edition) to anyone who interacts with people on a regular basis. Chapman is not humble when discussing how the concept of the five love languages has saved countless marriages. I don't know if this is true or not but I can see how it could be helpful between couples, struggling or not. I would love to someday read it again with my fiancé prior to our marriage because I think it's an area where we should be on the same page.
Oh, and in case you're wondering, the singles edition isn't actually cleaner but neither book is dirty. I've read things in class that are dirtier than this (BEFORE I took an entire semester of Beat Lit).
One book down for 2010, meaning 14 to go!
<>< Katie
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