Inro to 08

I’m in the middle of the WorshipGOD08 conference, so this will be brief.

But I just want to say, a. this is amazing. B. Bob Kauflin is touched by God, c. Everyone should attend this conference in two years and d. The intro/main session we had tonight was really powerful. Craig Cabaniss gave a really interesting message about a lot of different things, but he spoke from Psalm 33. The main thing that stuck out to me was that God actually chose us. He described waking up on Sunday morning and driving to church, seeing a man mowing his lawn, or a family in the park and asking “Why aren’t I that man, or that family? Why am I not spending this morning fooling around the park? Why did you choose me to be in love with you?”

That alone should be reason enough to sing.

I wish I could just say all that he had said, but it wouldn’t be the same and it would take all night.

Those of you who went to the conference, you know what I mean.

And those of you who didn’t, well, you should when it comes up again.

Song of the day -- Enter this Temple by Leeland

Enter this Temple is such a wonderful song.
Simple as that.

I think Leeland is taking a step farther then a lot of popular music today is taking. We are so blessed to have them making songs like this that glorify God.

"Enter this temple

Come touch your people
We need to be where you are"

The presence of God is an interesting thing, and I certainly think this song captures what it's about.

And if you're wondering, that was a *hinthint* for next post.

Here is a link to the song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DlwK4yEcB94

hands+tears

Hands+tears.
Yeah that makes a whole lot of sense.
That sounds like someone cupping their hands together and someone cried into that little bowl they made out of their hands.
Well you could look at it that way, but we're not here to tell you about someone catching tears. It's a little bit more then that.

A couple of months ago, if I went to church, I expected to have a *pleasant* time, write some notes from the sermon, and stand up during worship. Well, I usually had a pleasant time. Sure, I'd rather be somewhere else but I got to see my friends afterwards so it's all good. I always wrote notes. I never didn't write notes. Of course, I never touched my notes past 1:00 on Sunday afternoon. I always had comments about worship. Either the electric guitar was to loud, the songs were all the same, the worship leader was boring, the singers couldn't sing, the singers were off, and the pianist couldn't play the piano.
And I didn't really care about what the songs were saying. I'd heard them a million times, I knew them, I didn't even think about them when they rolled off my tounge, I was really listening to the instruments for a slip-up. I was going to find fault with anyone who came up to give a word of prophecy. And you know what, no one cared. Not many people knew, but those who did, didn't really give a hoot.
I was a kid. My parents were closing their eyes and singing. I might've closed my eyes once or twice, but I sure wasn't thinking about the godly truths I was singing. I wasn't even a teenager. I didn't know, right? And I didn't care.

What was going on with me wasn't just an uninterest. It wasn't the worship teams fault. It wasn't the soundboard-runner-guy's fault. I didn't want to please God. I didn't want to worship. I didn't care.

I really didn't care.
That was several months ago. Since then, God has revealed himself to me in more ways then I ever thought could happen.

The real point of hands+tears is just this: talking to kids about worship.

There are more posts coming soon. Please check back, and spread the word.

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