The years keep going by faster and faster. Days fly by. When I was a little kid, time seemed to pass so slowly. Especially when I had a birthday or some other big event coming up. That is no longer true. I can hardly believe how fast this school year has gone by. I now see why years are mere seconds to God. Eternity won't seem that long at all in heaven (or hell, depending on the person).
It's insane.
It's beautiful.
It's life.
Worship.
0 commentsFriday, June 1, 2012
Has God ever done something so incredible in your life that you can barely believe that he chose you?Well he did in mine.
Maybe it won't seem that incredible to the rest of you, but it's pretty darn cool to me.
Last week, the Middle School Worship Pastor at my church asked me to play keyboard in worship. So I spent the past week down in my basement practicing. And practicing. And practicing. Memorizing and pouring my heart into the set of songs that he had chosen. It was a big deal to me, because I've never played on stage before.
So I arrived at church 15 minutes before practice (because all good musicians aren't late... Well, maybe not.), and helped set up a bit. I was a little nervous, but that feeling left after about five minutes. Everyone in the band was super nice and made me feel more comfortable. We started practice and I was doing pretty well. I mean, I'm not the best keyboardist ever, but I did okay. Especially since the bass player who also knew how to play keyboards and had been playing in the band for a while was set up in front of me, so he'd occasionally turn around and give me pointers. The coolest part came when practicing the song Furious by Jeremy Riddle. The worship leader had us actually have a time of worship together while playing the song. It was like nothing I've ever experienced.
Then when the actual event started, I miraculously remembered most of the chords, and didn't have to pay too much attention to what I was playing--my fingers did the work. Meanwhile, I was scoping out the crowd... There was probably about 20 7th-8th graders, but only a handful seemed involved. Which is fine by me. If only one person were to be affected during worship, it would make it all worthwhile. My job as a musician is to help others encounter the greatness of God.
Even though I did do my fair share of slip-ups, I do hope that I get the chance to play again. God willing. Because in the end, it's all about him.
"My prayer for myself and every worship leader and musician is that we'll become more familiar with the Word of Truth as we are with our instruments. Hopefully even more so. If we do, there's a strong possibility people are going to walk away from our meetings more amazed be our God than by our music.
And that will be a very good thing."
--Bob Kauflin, worship leader at Sovereign Grace Ministries.
Maybe it won't seem that incredible to the rest of you, but it's pretty darn cool to me.
Last week, the Middle School Worship Pastor at my church asked me to play keyboard in worship. So I spent the past week down in my basement practicing. And practicing. And practicing. Memorizing and pouring my heart into the set of songs that he had chosen. It was a big deal to me, because I've never played on stage before.
So I arrived at church 15 minutes before practice (because all good musicians aren't late... Well, maybe not.), and helped set up a bit. I was a little nervous, but that feeling left after about five minutes. Everyone in the band was super nice and made me feel more comfortable. We started practice and I was doing pretty well. I mean, I'm not the best keyboardist ever, but I did okay. Especially since the bass player who also knew how to play keyboards and had been playing in the band for a while was set up in front of me, so he'd occasionally turn around and give me pointers. The coolest part came when practicing the song Furious by Jeremy Riddle. The worship leader had us actually have a time of worship together while playing the song. It was like nothing I've ever experienced.
Then when the actual event started, I miraculously remembered most of the chords, and didn't have to pay too much attention to what I was playing--my fingers did the work. Meanwhile, I was scoping out the crowd... There was probably about 20 7th-8th graders, but only a handful seemed involved. Which is fine by me. If only one person were to be affected during worship, it would make it all worthwhile. My job as a musician is to help others encounter the greatness of God.
Even though I did do my fair share of slip-ups, I do hope that I get the chance to play again. God willing. Because in the end, it's all about him.
"My prayer for myself and every worship leader and musician is that we'll become more familiar with the Word of Truth as we are with our instruments. Hopefully even more so. If we do, there's a strong possibility people are going to walk away from our meetings more amazed be our God than by our music.
And that will be a very good thing."
--Bob Kauflin, worship leader at Sovereign Grace Ministries.
My dreams and music.
0 commentsMonday, May 14, 2012
At the moment, I'm enjoying Cookies and Cream ice cream. One of my favorites... My brother just shot me in the face with his marshmellow gun. Ow.
Besides my face hurting, life has been pretty good. Well, except for the fact that one of my best friends, Jessica, is no longer working at my church. She's decided to go back and teach Special Ed. at a local highschool. So it's not like I'll never see her again, but I won't see her as often as I did.
Other than those two things, it's been same-old, same-old. Pretty boring. But that's okay, because I still have my dreams and music. Music helps me cope. I just lock my door to my bedroom and turn on the music, or go to my basement and play on the keyboard. Either way, it's a little trick I use to keep on going.
My dreams? To go into ministry work, probably at my church. To play in a touring band. To be a worship leader.
But God may have different plans, and I'll just have to see where he leads me. One hundred percent is how much his plans turn out better than mine. Which I think is cool. But I can still go on dreaming.
One of my other best friends went to Washington DC for a couple weeks. She only left yesterday and I already miss her. But she promised to take a lot of pictures.
This Friday, my brother, my friend, her brother, and I are going to the Homeschool Formal. It's going to be great, maybe not as great as the PEP Prom last week, but still great.
And I don't have anything else to talk about. So I'm going to start working on school again.
As one of my pastors will say, have a good life!!
Besides my face hurting, life has been pretty good. Well, except for the fact that one of my best friends, Jessica, is no longer working at my church. She's decided to go back and teach Special Ed. at a local highschool. So it's not like I'll never see her again, but I won't see her as often as I did.
Other than those two things, it's been same-old, same-old. Pretty boring. But that's okay, because I still have my dreams and music. Music helps me cope. I just lock my door to my bedroom and turn on the music, or go to my basement and play on the keyboard. Either way, it's a little trick I use to keep on going.
My dreams? To go into ministry work, probably at my church. To play in a touring band. To be a worship leader.
But God may have different plans, and I'll just have to see where he leads me. One hundred percent is how much his plans turn out better than mine. Which I think is cool. But I can still go on dreaming.
One of my other best friends went to Washington DC for a couple weeks. She only left yesterday and I already miss her. But she promised to take a lot of pictures.
This Friday, my brother, my friend, her brother, and I are going to the Homeschool Formal. It's going to be great, maybe not as great as the PEP Prom last week, but still great.
And I don't have anything else to talk about. So I'm going to start working on school again.
As one of my pastors will say, have a good life!!
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