Sometimes, you are your own illustration.
Yesterday was a rather unique day for me. It was the first time I had worked an opening shift at American Eagle and had to show up early to clean the store. I set my alarm the night before to ensure I had plenty of time to get ready for the day and make it to work on time. Still, I ended up racing out the door and arriving just in time for my shift. That morning was rough; 6 hours of work and a fairly busy day at the store (schools were closed due to the intense cold, I'd guess people came to the mall to pass the time). By the end of my shift that afternoon I was completely drained, and I really didn't know why. I'd worked in the store on far busier days, but that day had taken everything out of me.
This past Sunday I made a stop at Target on my way home from church. The cashier who rang up my purchases noticed my more formal attire and correctly assumed that I had just come from a church service. She then began to tell me about all these funny signs she had seen outside of churches around the area. You know the ones, with the removable letters that you can arrange to make some witty, funny comment that might draw people into your church building on a Sunday.
It seems that was all this young woman at Target knew about church: the funny signs. Is this how church should be known?
Every so often there are songs that just grab you for some reason or another. Sometimes the instrumentation is what sticks out (I remember being part of a high school theatre production and the opening music was so beautiful that my friends and I fed off that music to get us into the performance). Other times a lyric will pull you in, and you wrestle with it for days, months, years. The best is when you get some pairing of these two. I have been a fan of Audrey Assad's music for a number of years, but the song "I Shall Not Want" from her latest album Fortunate Fall is probably my favorite song she has ever released. The music perfectly fits the emotion of the lyrics, somber and meditative while still remaining hopeful.
I have had the privilege of performing in the play "The Curious Savage" three times in my life. If you ever have the chance to see it, you should. It's a witty, hilarious story that will move you to tears by the end. One of my favorite parts of the play is when the character Hannibal is helping pick up playing cards that have been scattered around the stage. He remarks, "Man was made all wrong. His stomach should be in the back; when he bends, it gets in the way. And when he kneels, his legs buckle out instead of folding neatly behind him. And why should his nose be in the front? It only gets in the way when he kisses.... I guess God was in a hurry," he jokes quickly, while avoiding an invitation to kiss from one of the other characters.
A simple servant of the Master.