I went to my friends' church today, about 50 miles away on the Wirral. What was unexpected was the worship; an all male group and mostly old choruses, when I had been led to believe they did more modern stuff.
Then one friend said to the other - "I think that's the first time I've been there where the worship was made up of old choruses" - must have seen me coming! But I noticed, in contrast, the enthusiasm of the group of 30-40 for these old choruses against the Anglicans of last week with modern hymns and no enthusiasm.
God re-iterating to me that it isn't just what you sing and play.
I was finding it difficult to worship; I'm fighting a cold so my voice was rubbish, the WL insisting on playing everything in the "usual" key (so far too high for me), and some of the old choruses stabbed, even ripped at my memory of what was, what it could have been...
...I am being stupidly sentimental and maybe morbidly pessimistic, but despite pretty speeches of "it will be good to have a holiday from all this" - deep down, the WL in me needs to know when. God spoke to me from Hebrews last night.
Cast not away therefore your confidence, which hath great recompence of reward. For ye have need of patience, that, after ye have done the will of God, ye might receive the promise. Hebrews 10:35-36 (KJV 1611)
I cannot know the reward until after I have done God's will, and I need patience, in fact it's that word hoopomonay again - endurance, patient continuance - not really a strongpoint of mine.
And sometimes we need to drop everything, re-prioritise, and move on, marking His footsteps.
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