Footsteps of Jesus

 May 4 2008

Dad opens the service

BS? announcements

Guitar/Violin  -- Lord of All to Thee We Raise

12' Fairest of 10,000 to My Soul (title?)

14'50" Children Story

24'37" Joy & Concerns

27'41 Jesus is a Rock in Weary Land...

29' Prayer BS?

34' Seek Ye First in two parts by children

35' 30" scripture reading

45ish Sermon BS?

56 'offertory Guitar picking Trust and Obey (no voices)

58' Doxology

59'30" Take the Name of Jesus With You/Pressious Name Oh How Sweet

Then just Guitar and Violin play the hymn

Hello Readers,

Thank you to Sierra for transparently sharing the ups and downs of your recent 30-day running streek, I identify with Sierra's self-talk of justyfying NOT sticking to a plan when facing obstacles. Inspiration number one.

In today's service I am struck by Dad's energy. Dad is singing with gusto as he leads  Jesus is a Rock in a Weary Land - then later I am moved by his emotional solo playing of Trust and Obey. Dad's approach to guitar playing and song leading is a model of bringing your all. Inspiration number two.

I'm working on a musical with my students and one of the song titles is Your All. I really like the message of the song, see lyrics below. I am struck and challenged to be all in so that no matter how things turn out I know I left it all out there. Inspiration number three.

Make sure you're all in, 

So if you lose or win, 

You have a right to stand tall,

 'Cause you know in your heart you gave it your all! 

I am often tempted to do just enough to get by, is that because I'm afraid? lazy? yes and yes. Lazy is easy to understand. Afraid stems from the fear of wondering what if I give my all and it is not successful? Kathleen Kelly asks a similar question in You've Got Mail, "So much of what I see reminds me of something I read in a book, when shouldn't it be the other way around?" This quote can be viewed multiple ways I am relating it to Kathleen's cicumstantial realization that it is time to stretch her wings. Inspiration number four. [Side note re the wings metaphor: baby birds jumping from the nest for the first time are beautiful embodiments of all in.]

Thanks for reading.

Stay well,

Amy BH


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