I have two questions I’ve learned to ask myself:
My mom exemplified these questions for me. And with her passing just a few days ago it is becoming even more evident that she loved well. The stories people are sharing are building a consistent, radiant picture of who she was to everyone.
She saw her daily activities and conversations as sacred moments. She saw interactions with people as divine appointments, and really SAW people. My mother showed people value, dignity, worth, and her intentional living changed us.
I celebrate my sweet mother today. I celebrate the lives she touched. I cherish that in her quiet kindness, she changed the world around her by helping people hope, and then they turned around to inspire others toward hope and joy too.
Many people can look back and see the legacy left for them. Others can’t. But we each have the opportunity to start fresh and choose to leave our own.
My mother gave me a heavenly perspective. She was my equalizer. She gave me eyes to see the difference between what carries temporal significance and what carries eternal worth. I might have shrugged and hem-hawed while learning it, but looking back I now see how my mom taught me discernment.
David Green
Are you ready to ask yourself those questions?
I haven’t led worship at my church for fourteen weeks. In fact, I’ve honestly barely used my voice to sing in all that time. It has been a season of silence for me, my worship so private and hidden from the world.
I have worshiped more deeply and sincerely than ever before in the secret. No platform. No livestream. No lights. No one even singing, and yet, worship. In fact, I almost didn’t write this because it seems too public, but I feel prompted that someone else is worshiping in the secret too, and needs to be encouraged.
I have not been singing with my voice, but I have worshiped.
Many people serve the vulnerable every single day, and worship Jesus through their service. But for the church worship leader, it can be easy to get so caught up in arrangements and production and scheduling and the skill of it all that our worship rings hollow.
I needed these fourteen Sundays. And I may need the next fourteen as the Lord reframes my perspective of true worship. For now, I choose to fix my eyes on Jesus and stay present in each moment as we walk my mom through her twilight days.
It’s here that I worship in spirit and in truth.
“And the King will say, ‘I tell you the truth, when you did it to one of the least of these my brothers and sisters, you were doing it to me!’
Matthew 25:40
Have you experienced seasons of private, quiet, hidden worship? Tell us about it in the comments!