Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Musings on Glory


As a human being - fallen, but created in the image of God - my interests are varied. Broadly, I might state that my hobbies include Photography, Music and Sport; but I get bored saying that. Throw a stone and you’ll hit someone with a similar combination. I'm not that special. But persevere with me.

I love photography because it serves people; it tells stories about character, personality, context, history, culture, passion, grief, ecstasy and so much more; it has the power to capture the essence of what it means to be human, to be created in the image of God.  

Music is the rhythm of my soul; it is the soundtrack to my life. I groove and headbang to rock, pop, hip-hop, R & B, blues, folk, country, easy listening, and most recently Dave Sinden has got me into electronic music, though his father has yet to draw me to classical. More than genre, music is a platform and a vehicle for truth expressed, questioned and celebrated.

I was made for sport. It simply captures my being. Emotion, energy, willpower, character, fitness, relationships, physiology, psychology, psycho-kinethesis; one half of a football match will expose all those elements of a human being to scrutiny.

And if you’ve studied or work in or have a curiousity concerning any one of those fields, you could probably engage me for hours before introducing the bibliography on any one of those subjects.

The world we live in is so vast, the universe an infinite times bigger still; choose one topic to explore, and “the more you learn, the more you realize how much you have yet to” is the understatement of history. As Christians, we believe Christ’s Lordship transcends and supersedes every issue or theme or paper you’ve ever loved or hated – and in this general revelation of awesomeness, in faith we can find Christ’s fingerprints there.

I don’t know how we distilled the expression “worship”, to our 2 hour meeting on Sundays, or worse, confining it to the even-shorter time of singing during those 2 hours. Worship is found in the faith-gathering of God’s people as much as it is found in the recesses of our everyday life and the frontline of our wars.
Worship is about reverence, awe and a passion to grow and to serve. True Worship is not confined to a place, but it is confined to a person. Or should I say, three Persons; God the Father, Son and Holy Spirit.

As a human being created in the image of God and fallen; but redeemed to be re-created in that image, my interests are varied, but my passion is One. Regardless the task, everything is an opportunity, every moment a chance – to give my all for the LORD who gave me these interests, which, at the end of the day, are really wee musings of His glorious self.  

7 the magic number

I once heard an Aston Villa manager say about one of his players that he was a "consistent 7/10 in every game"; and that he didn't want any 9/10s or 5/10s, he was happy with 7/10 from him week in, week out. He didn't say much more than that but it really stuck in my mind and I've been pondering it since. "Could having a 'good' player be better than having an 'excellent' player?" I thought to myself.

I wonder if ministry is much like that, and Christian ministers like stroppy footballers. We want the dizzy heights of the 9/10s but to be quite honest, we can't really handle it. It's too close to excellence, to perfection. We have much more to grow in than we often care to acknowledge. We'd much prefer to defer to thinking we have it made. We prefer to be much closer to the ceiling of deity than we really deserve.

After all, as any young English player would testify, hit a 9/10 and the press will hail you as the new Christ of English football, then flog you when you fail to perform next time out. I wonder if the Kingdom of God was to be a football team, if it would be less of a Manchester City and more like a Aston Villa, its players more  like Barry Brennans and Marc Albrightons than Carlos Tevezs and Mario Balotellis.

I'm grateful for the folk around me who, in wanting to encourage me, told me that I had done a "good job", or am a "good leader". By which I mean those who carefully and incisively told me I was 7/10, rather than using the lazy 9/10 language of "awesome" and "amazing". In any case, I know I think too highly of myself - and could totally use the humbling. Yet, paradoxically, I am probably more in need of the encouragement than I choose to let on.