Sonya and I have been utterly exhausted as of late. Drained. We’ve been getting adequate sleep; perhaps we’re just begetting more sleep with sleep. Or we’re just really bored.
My tenure at CHPC is nearly done, and I’m excited about the future and where I might be used. I hope to still be playing drums. I enjoy it and feel a connection that I cannot achieve in other means of worship. At the very least, to be able to go to church again as a family will be wonderful.
This entire process of fighting for what I feel God pulling, of enticing a church to adapt its method is teaching me a bit about the nature of churches, of worship and the necessary evil of choosing a “lesser” evil. There is no perfect church. Why can’t a church achieve the highest level of theological cohesion, while preaching in a multi-leveled way that many understand (such as Jesus did with his parables), and also have interactive, creative, lively worship and arts? I have yet to find a church that meets those standards. So, for a time we’re going the direction of lively, creative, interactive. As long as we connect with God, and grow in our understanding of Him, of what He wants of us (and there is no heresy or false teaching), then we’ll be ok.
I don’t have much else to say.