Then
God said to Abraham, “As for you, you must keep my covenant, you and your
descendants after you for the generations to come.”
On
Christmas Eve we went to worship with some of our family at a church they have
been attending. It is one of the modern churches for the unchurched…nothing to
offend anybody…but I realized that the loud clanging cymbal worship, the
flashing lights and smoke was not how I would like to welcome my Savior. It
didn’t feel like worship to me. Some churches are careful not to display any
Christian symbols so as not to offend, but I find that is exactly what offends
me. It took Christmas Eve for me to realize that if Christ isn’t the center of
worship, then why are we there? Why is anybody there?
We
were led back to a community church where we had worshiped before. There was
some good press on some missional activities going on, and we went not
realizing we had worshiped there previously. I did not notice any offensive
crosses here either. During the welcome time a few people said hello, but
otherwise we were left alone. The female lead singer was a little too strong
for me. There was a harshness with the volume, but I did enjoy when she took up
her bow for a solo.
There
was an announcement of an upcoming program for young girls to help them recognize
their self-worth. The cause is dear to me, but I was somewhat dismayed at the
$15 charge. It seemed to be an odd thing to charge for attendance.
I
thought the sermon by the Young Adult Pastor was well developed and brought up
some interesting points. The title, “You Are a Hero, Now Be One,” was a good
choice. He posed the thought that we are judged by what we do, who we are by
how we act in the world.
I
was reminded of an incident not long before I was brought to Christ. My wife was
backing out of our driveway and backed into a neighbor’s car. He didn’t realize
she was backing as far as she did.
The
problem was me from the back yard assuming he ran into her, and this poor older
man bore the brunt of my ire. He apologized profusely, no doubt to appease this
wild man. When I found out later that my wife had backed into his car, I had
many opportunities to apologize for my behavior to one of the most interesting
Christian men that I have met. A hard lesson of being judged by how we act.
I
neglected to check the blog to see if we had already worshiped here, so we
ended up re-visiting sooner than we might have planned.
We
were plenty early for the 9 a.m. service, so had time to wander around some. As
with most churches with more than one service, we were not identified as
visitors so perhaps only one person spoke to us.
This
is a modern building with an amazing child care area. The paintings lining the
walls in the children’s’ area were colorful, imaginative, and well done.
Music
seems to be an important ministry, and their Advent CD is even available on
iTunes. Personally I thought the lead singer’s voice sounded a bit harsh, but
it could have been just my ears. The music generally maintained a good volume
though, and the song “Child of Love” was beautiful, especially the violin
accompaniment.
The
message, entitled “You Are a Hero, Now Be One,” was presented by Adam Jackley,
the Young Adult Pastor. He led with a question about how we decide our
identity: “Does who I am determine what I do, or does what I do determine who I
am?” He declared that what we do matters, but does not define us; in other
words, who I am determines what I do. He pointed out that, as illustrated in
the Genesis passage, God first clarifies our identity, then He issues a call to
action. (A profound point...) He said our identity as children of God is marked
by the fact that we are loved, accepted, and forgiven, and nothing we can do
can make God love, accept, or forgive us any more than He has. I appreciated the
wording of his concluding thought: Jesus was God’s final word on who we are.
I
find it both fascinating and disheartening that we are so often confused about
our identity and spend much time and effort deciding how to define ourselves.
Logic says that once we become believers, it’ simple…our identity has been
determined and we should be able to move forward in our lives with the knowledge
that we are children who are dearly loved by our heavenly Father.
But
if you’re like me, Satan subjects us to regular reminders of our sins and
failures in an attempt to keep us from believing what God has told us – that we’re
forgiven, accepted, and loved – which forces us to decide again and again who
we are.
Perhaps
some do not experience this spiritual tug of war, but I’m betting most do. It’s
a painful struggle to which we can only respond by praying for a fresh
indwelling of the Holy Spirit…along with sticky note reminders everywhere I
look. I joyfully anticipate the day when I have escaped this struggle and KNOW
who I am.
Our
prayer for this church:
Lord,
we pray these worshipers are confident in Your gift of salvation and humble
knowing it is nothing any of us could earn or deserve. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.