I am in Charlotte this week coordinating a 3-on-3 basketball tournament for the National Fine Arts. I hope during this worship series, your get enthralled with the thought as “Worship is the soundtrack of life” as I am. I am in a mixing of music. On the one hand we have 10,000 students, parents, and youth pastors descending on Charlotte like a locust cloud of Christian Culture. It devours a normally financially centered, business driven culture of downtown Charlotte. Every where you go I can see teenagers in a corner of the posh Westin Hotel practicing Jesus dieing and coming back to life in a human video. (Human Video is an art form that I simply do not understand, but there are a lote of art forms I don’t understand).
On the other hand, there is also a mortgage convention meeting at this hotel with adults spending a weekend away from spouse and family. I was in the elevator briefly last night with a married gentleman flirting with two women (neither his wife) as they planned to go somwhere where the drinks aren’t $10 a shot.
The teenage locust sound like Carman’s “The Champion” (Listen to Gina Archer’s teaching on Missional life to get to know this song) to my ears, and the elevator sounds like a convention two-timing two step.
Life has music and lyrics. It has beat and melody. You and I have choice over what that sounds like.
“1Therefore, I urge you, brothers, in view of God’s mercy, to offer your bodies as living sacrifices, holy and pleasing to God—this is your spiritual act of worship” (Romans 12:1)