10 Mistakes Worship Leaders Make - Introduction - The Epic Story

I'm introducing a series from a seminar I gave at last year's International Worship Institute. These are my observations and sentiments as an amatuer worshipper. My vantage is the guy sitting out in the congregation trying to find the Presence of God.
Oh, I’ll never forget that moment. I was running late for an appointment. So, I almost didn’t answer the phone. But, I found myself reaching for it. And as I did everything seemed to tumble into slow motion. Strangely, my heart seemed to know; it was like the future was crashing into the right now.
“Hello.” A long silence. I wondered if anyone was there. And, then, her distinctive small vibrato voice moaned, “Oh, Daddy.”
Slowly, I dropped into my office chair. Those two words swelled my throat shut and built a fire in my chest. I didn’t think I would ever hear her voice again. For two years, I thought my little girl was dead.
That’s the day my life started again.
Nothing grabs the heart or fires the imagination like a story. That’s because the great epic story of God and His creation is universal; even if we don’t “know” it, the tuning fork of our heart begins humming when we hear it.
“The Story” is engraved into the architecture of our soul. And, what is that story? That God dwells in Heaven and from time to time, He reaches out to touch the earth, nations, or individuals. Those “epic moments” are not expected, nor are they deserved. But they carry His unmistakable signature and they are life-altering.
So, yes, a phone call echoes that eternity-crashing-into-time-and-space reality of God entering into the course of life on earth. And, just as He once stepped into Pharaoh’s brickyard and said, “Let My people go,” He steps into other enslavements and proclaims liberty to the captives…like a father imprisoned by his daughter’s long exile and presumed death.
Epic stories almost always start with a crisis. That is followed by travail, struggling with Heaven and earth to find resolution, synthesis, or just . . . relief! You fight inner battles and outer battles and then arrive at a crossroads where all the previous issues stand waiting for the decision. The choices exercised right there tend to lead to victory or going back to square one to start the journey again.
For example, when I was a teenager, someone invited me to a Fellowship of Christian Athletes meeting one day. I had conflicted feelings, didn’t really want to go, but I heard myself say “yes.” That was the beginning of my epic story. Through that meeting, God stepped into my “brickyard” and proclaimed liberty to a captive.
And, I’ll never forget the moment when my 8th-grade teacher lifted me off the floor, slammed me up against the locker, and said, “Miller, you have too much going for you for me to see it go to waste!” That word changed my life. It was the voice of God, rescuing me from what Peter called a “futile way of life” (I Peter 1:18).
Concepts (and even the words themselves) like freedom, peace, and love are so profoundly resonant because they are the result of God’s intervention. They flow from His story. So, great stories like “Braveheart” or “Star Wars” or “Saving Private Ryan” absolutely drip with these components of God’s epic visitation.
So, what does all this mean to worship leaders?
In a very real sense, worship leaders are “keepers of the story.” They are protectors of the vibe, trustees of the flame. And, I believe, all worship leaders need to start right there. Forget music, technology, schedules and rehearsals. Start with the story.
To worship leaders, I would say, “Learn the story and let the story deal with you. And, then, allow its Author teach you how to tell it (just as He taught David, Moses, Abraham, Paul, and others). Don’t just assume that it should be told the same way everyone else tells it. Don’t even assume that music is an essential component.”
Labels: christian, emergent, epic, evangelical, music, post modern, story, worship
2 Comments:
The answer is just "yes," Rex.
I've always remembered the story about the train conductor who let a woman and her children off his train in the middle of the prairies during a blizzard at a place where there was no station.
When he eventually realized his mistake the train was several miles down the track, but he did manage to convince the engineer to stop and back up (very dangerous on a railway line, especially at night).
The mother and her two children were found huddled by the side of the tracks. She had wrapped the children inside her coat as best she could to protect them from the wind. Her arms were around them like a mother bird sheilding her defenseless chicks. But, it was too late.
The Mother and her children had frozen to death. And it was the fault of that conductor.
You can guess what happened after that.
I first heard this story at a Youth For Christ rally in Toronto in about 1962. It has stayed with me ever since.
rs
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