Putting a Stone on the Other Side of Jordan

Jos 4:3  And command ye them, saying, Take you hence out of the midst of Jordan, out of the place where the priests’ feet stood firm, twelve stones, and ye shall carry them over with you, and leave them in the lodging place, where ye shall lodge this night.

The church and I seemed perfectly paired. We both looked like we were on our last leg. I had recently left my home church of the last twenty years. I was trying to research churches around Chattanooga before potentially starting a new work in Chattanooga.  But, I had a family crisis in the middle of  my ‘market research’.  The details do not matter to this story but it was bad and I was utterly devastated. I just wanted to go home and lick my wounds.

Tiftonia Church of God had a similar story. The church had been healthy and on the move. Some trouble happened about six months before I walked in the door. Members fled in droves. To make it worse, the pastor was having considerable health issues. On my first Sunday morning at Tiftonia Church of God had the pastor, his wife, the song leader, his wife, and a couple of other people not including myself.

Regardless of its problems, however, the church had three important features: (1) you could feel the Holy Ghost (2) it looked just like my first home church, Union Ave Baptist Church (3) the pastor, James Ford, carried himself just like my first pastor, Lawrence Hicks. James Ford was strong and humble with a huge heart that dwarfed even his massive six foot frame. God might not send me back to my old home Baptist church, but He sent me to the next best thing — a place with almost the same look and feel.

First, I stayed for selfish reasons. I was hurting and needed friends. We talked together. We prayed together. We worshiped God together. God saw me through that hour of darkness using the fellowship of Brother Ford and the good folks of Tiftonia Church of God.

Second, I stayed because of the call of God. Brother Ford’s health was failing and the Lord bound my heart to his work.  I don’t think you can understand what it means without experiencing a call of Aaron and Hur to hold up a man of God’s arms during a rough battle. It’s a call to someone’s mission that bounds you to it.

The church’s biggest problem was its 100% senior membership. This 50+ year-old visiting Assembly of God preacher was the youngest person regularly attending the church.  It broke my heart.  I prayed intensely about it.

But, a miracle happened. Two daughters of a former pastor started bringing carloads full of youth to the church. They came ready to work. They spent their own money and gave days of labor fixing up the youth rooms. That church has a thriving youth department now. Praise God! Brother Ford saw a church full of consistent young people before he left to his reward.

I was able to see myself and that church cross over Jordan from our separate deserts. I know there will be more deserts for me in my life and my ministry. So, I wanted to keep something to remind me that my God saw me and Tiftonia COG through our storms. So, this morning, as I am about ready to leave for my next assignment from the Holy Ghost,  I took a picture on my cell phone of a choir of young people. Their beautiful faces will remind me that my God always makes a way the next time I am discouraged.

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Original Music in Search of Radio Performers

I would love for you or you and and some friends to sing one of my compositions.

The packets below is music that I have written but has not been sung on the radio yet. You will receive the joy of serving the Lord if you are willing to put the time and effort into downloading the sound tracks, printing the score, practicing it, and recording.  Send me a wave or MP3 and I will b broadcast it.

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Strive for Excellence – Really?

I cringe every time  hear someone use the phrase, “strive for excellence”, when discussing  theatrical components of church services. I don’t know what folks mean when they say it. I don’t even know what I understand when I hear it.  Excellence can mean so many different things.

One use of ‘excellence’ highlights mechanical sophistication.  This use judges a  poorly read Shakespearean sonnet to third graders more excellent than a perfectly read rendition of an old “Sally, Dick, and Jane” primer.  I doubt the third graders would agree. But, it has some validity. A piece of art can stand on its own without any consideration of a particular audience’s capacity to understand it. Stravinsky’s Rite of Spring triggered a riot at its first performance. However, it was, and still is, a great piece of art. Bach’s wife sold some of his manuscripts as scrape paper because she nor his contemporaries valued his genius. Their ignorance did not flaw a single fugue. Great art isn’t great art by popular acclamation.

However, we see a tension between sophistication and target audience in the Bible. For example, the new testament was written in Koine Greek which was the written style of the common masses instead of one of the more academic styles, such as Ionic, used by Homer and Herodotus.  Paul even plainly stated that he, “came not with excellency of speech or of wisdom, declaring unto you the testimony of God. For I determined not to know any thing among you, save Jesus Christ, and him crucified.”

So, although structural sophistication is a form of excellence, we cannot use it as a goal for church theatrics. I am not saying that all theatrics in church should be simple to the point stupidity. There is a place in the harvest field for men like C. S. Lewis, Victor Hugo, G. K. Chesterton, J. S. Back, Soren Kierkegard, George Herbert, and Frederic Hart.  Some need the intellectual stimulation of thoughtful seed but the masses only miss the pearl of great price if it is wrapped in a pretentious package. Go ye unto ALL the world. That is why it is fine that most sermons are on an eighth grade level and wall music is below most pop music standards. Most services should target the lowest common denominator.

So what do we mean by excellence? Many confuse accuracy and excellence. They mean they are striving to sing on pitch, quote scripture correctly, and use proper grammar. That is a good goal and we could build a biblical argument for it. “And if there be any blemish therein, as if it be lame, or blind, or have any ill blemish, thou shalt not sacrifice it unto the LORD thy God.” (Deuteronomy 15:21). However, many good commentaries discuss the relative quality of the greek grammar of books in the new testament. The amanuenses, the scribes taking dictation from the apostles, had varying grammatical skill. Some of the books even contain obvious grammatical errors.  Thus, accuracy, while a good goal, is not the mark we need to hit.

Can we say a perfect reading of “Sally, Dick, and Jane” is more excellent than a sonnet reading that has a stumble? Which would you rather hear after elementary school graduation? Substance matters. Being engaged by the material matters.

Have you ever heard a music box? It sounds mechanical because it is 100% accurate. It has no soul.  In fact, the only pop music I like is slightly flawed. I like Willy Nelson because he is out-of-step and I like Bob Dylan because he is slightly off-key. I hate the bland perfection of American idol contestants because they are just mindless perfection. I love Van Gogh because his paintings are not a Polaroid.   It is said that, “Art imitates life”  but it shouldn’t be a brainless carbon copy.

I like the ancient Greek concept of Arete. Excellence is intimately bound to purpose and function.  Using that metric to judge excellence in the house of God, we look at the true goal of the activity. A sermon is excellent if the target audience is engaged and understand. Who cares if the Illuminati thought it was brilliant? Music is excellent if the entire congregation is engaged and participating in worship. Who cares if they are entertained with a ‘professional’ performance? The entire assembly should sing to themselves in spiritual songs. That is not an audience. The apostle Paul spoke of building the church with wood, hay, stubble, and gold. Entertainment is stubble. Facilitating a heart of worship in the house of God is eternal gold.

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Safe in His Arms

Lost in dark sin
Lost far from the shore
Pain death all around me
No where to turn
Please Jesus come seeking Your lost sheep
you’ll find us tired soon safe in your arms

Sin took me in
closed my weary eyes
Blind black stumble groping
Not seeing light
Please Jesus come seeking
Your lost sheep
you’ll find us tired soon safe in your arms

Friends who follow
Are now in the dark
Guilt shame causing their pain
Blind leading blind
Now Jesus came seeking His lost sheep
He found me tired now safe in His arms

Rest in His arms
Wounds are healing now
Come friends follow Jesus Come see the Light
Faith Jesus comes seeking His lost sheep
He always puts us safe in His arms
Safe in His Arms

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Gone from the Dark Grave

A very, very short trio piece. If you would like the music and want to make a recording for my broadcast, let me know. The words are “He is risen, praise him, praise his name. Gone from the dark grave, praise Jesus Christ” Gone from the Dark Grave

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Marching On

Would you like for you choir to be on the radio? Learn my new short music and make a recording and send it to me. I am not posting the sheet music because I want to control access so we do not have six choirs do it and only one make it to the program.

Text——

Marching on
The plan of God
Moving on
Moving on
Marching on the plan
Moving on
His plan moves

Pressing on
We go forward
Go forward
Go forward
Pressing on
We go for the prize
For the prize

march_on

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The righteous red-headed priest

Vivaldi – Gloria

Antonio Vivaldi is my hero. Not so much for his music but his life. His music is okay but it can become a little old after awhile. In the words of Liszt, Vivaldi wrote a great concerto — seven hundred times. His music sounds too homogenous. But, there may be a very good reason for it.

My hero, who was also a priest, ministered for a good portion of his adult life at the Ospedale della Pieta.  It was a home for orphaned and abandoned girls. It also had music school for them. That was the main reason the church sent it Vivalid, one of the best composers of the day. The Red Priest (Tony’s nickname) would write his concerti for whichever instrument played  by the best soloist de jeur.  His compositions were very functional. It was created for a very specific purpose. Provide a series of notes to challenge her the same way the previous music challenged the girl before her. I think the single purpose gives the concerti their too common thread.

What a righteous reason for his presumed flaw. Providing an opportunity for some young girl that had lost her parents through death or circumstance. That is why he is my hero. That is why I can forgive him for writing the same great concerto seven hundred times. He took his art and used it for its greatest good — to enrich the lives of children that have been marginalized and forgotten.  What a great way to spend the token of talent the Lord put in his pocket.

 

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God and the MacGyver Method

God has been good to me because I get to do something that I love for my daily bread. I am a professional software engineer, architect, and inventor. I have been doing it for over 25 years. I have worked on a multitude of systems and used more computer programming languages that I can remember. My choice of system and language was almost always dictated by what I had available. If I could access the system and it had any tools on it then I could eventually achieve the customer’s business goal.

However, different systems have different quirks and strengths. The same can also be said of programming languages. Some tools make it easy to execute mathematical calculations yet very hard to perform database operations. Some are good at both but very hard to program on-the-fly. Some are easy to program on-the-fly yet it is nearly impossible to manipulate graphics with the language.

I am no different than any other professional in a hundred different trades. Any professional takes the tools available to him and creates some acceptable solution that is flavored by his choice of tools. His expression of the solution would have been different with different tools available. In other words, the tools flavor the solution but do not deter from the goal. There is a little MacGyver in any experienced professional.

It hit me today that God does the same thing with us. He has a goal in our church, our community, our nation, and our world. He looks at the tools that He has at His fingertips that are ready and willing. One tool doesn’t have to be like another tool. The solution will not be the same when He uses one tool instead of another. But, God is a master craftsman that can craft a solution to achieve His goal with whatever He finds at His fingertips.

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Come to Macedonia

There are those moments in our lives when God speaks to us with strangely and oddly interconnected events. This has been that type of week for me.

I had a young girl come to my door this week. She was obviously pregnant and wanted to talk to my wife. Lindy wasn’t home so the girl left without coming into the house, telling me want she wanted, or even giving me her name.

We started asking questions with the kids and I now have a good idea who it was at the door. If our guess was correct, she is a young girl that has recently experienced life changing events that sent her spiraling. We have never known the girl personally but she knows by reputation and figured we would be easy targets for drug money.

Life has run this girl over and now heading straight for her baby. She stood at my door with her unborn baby, who potentially is facing a lifetime of problems, for only a brief moment. I spent the entire week crying and praying for both of them.

Several days later my grandsons were having church in my living room. They were dancing and praising God to a Veggie Tails video. I stood in the hallway with my Droid in my hand videoing through the tears. Would to God that children everywhere sing and dance praises to my God in a loving living room.

Deep in my soul, God is speaking the same thing. All the children deserve to hear his Word. All the children deserve a fighting chance. All the children deserve to come into this world addiction free.

Send the Light, the blessed gospel light! Let it shine from shore to shore.

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Can’t cant

People are dying
I can’t cant
The world is sighing
I can’t cant
Preaching is a rescue
Not a rant
NO TIME TO CANT!

Donnie Bryson 2011

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