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I Am They

There’s a common pastor’s wife line about our roles at church. It goes something like this:

My role in the church is that of a Christian and a church member. I do the things here that I would at any church I attend if I wasn’t married to a pastor.

Another popular phrase is regarding priorities:

My priorities are first to God, then to supporting my husband and nurturing our children, and then to serving the church.

But there’s also something else we tend to say. And it sounds like this:

Our people aren’t volunteering enough. We need more people to step up and not make excuses for why they don’t have time to serve.

 

I recently realized how frequently I say the third statement, and the terrible attitude it showed in me.

How can I claim to be in the same boat as other church members, yet refer to them as “they”? How can I see a need in my church, wonder how it will be met, and never once consider that I may be the one called to do it?

I realized that my list of reasons why I couldn’t serve in a particular place were no different than those of everyone else. “I have 2 kids of my own and another on the way.” “I just don’t have the time right now; maybe in a couple years.” “I’m already serving here and here.” And my personal favorite excuse: “If I volunteer, I’ll get taken advantage of and get stuck there forever.”

But if I am a part of “them” like I claim to be, then I need to be just as willing to serve where I’m needed as “they” should be, even if it’s a little outside my comfort zone.

So “I am They”. Kind of a new realization, one I’m still working through, and the above paragraphs probably didn’t make a bit of sense, so I’m not sure exactly how to end this post.

End.

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Big Bottom or: How I Learned to Stop Complaining and Love the Bass

Yes, I mixed two completely different allusions in the post title. Deal with it.

 

Rob and I like to joke that I have the spiritual gift of filling in.

The truth is that I suffer from musical ADHD and don’t like to play just one instrument. (plus there’s that whole psychological thing with my unwillingness to put in the work necessary to improve when I pass the threshold of natural talent and how I will therefore move on to another new thing until the aforementioned threshold is once again reached…and then there’s that part of me that begs and pleads and hungers for compliments no matter how humble I try to act… but we won’t go into that…)

Our church orchestra being the size it is, I usually have some freedom with what I play, if I play at all. But for the last year and a half, a majority of my Sunday mornings have been spent on the electric bass.

Each Saturday when Rob would say, “I’m going to need you on bass tomorrow,” I would put on a smile and reply, “Sure.” But on the inside? This was happening. The bass is boring; nobody ever remembers the bassist’s name. I’d rather be playing the flute or the electric guitar, but I was needed in a place where I did not want to serve. I was not enjoying myself on Sunday mornings.

And then my husband gave me a challenge to work on. A challenge where I had to spend two days of my afternoon naptimes working with a metronome. A challenge that forced me to fix my technique. A challenge that translated into me becoming more creative with all my bass parts.

And the strangest thing happened: I actually started liking the bass. When listening to music, I now listen for the bass line to try and find practical applications. The bass is harmonic and rhythmic and melodic, and it’s been so much fun to learn how to handle all three roles at once.

God has taught me an important lesson about myself. For years, I’ve claimed to love to serve “anywhere” on the worship team, but my attitude about the bass showed that I actually just loved to serve in fun, high profile places. If there were no challenging sections or solos in the music, I wasn’t interested. That’s not right.

Why should it matter if I’m playing the boring instrument where no one will remember my name? It’s a Sunday morning; only one name matters.

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Red Motorcycle!

It seems to be Xander’s week for fast vehicles.

Our neighbors two doors down are members of our church. They are an awesome couple who sit on the second pew from the front every single week. They’re both members of a Christian biker club, and the husband makes homemade jellies. Seriously. His muscadine jelly is what biscuits were made for.

A few days ago, as we were backing out of the driveway, Xander looked over and saw Mr. David waxing his Harley. He wanted to take a closer look so we went over. Mr. David asked Xander if he wanted to sit on Mrs. Regina’s bike. He didn’t need to be asked twice.

I didn’t have a camera, so these pictures were emailed to me.

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We seriously love our church family!

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Silver Racecar!

This past Sunday afternoon, Arya left church with another family. They watched her for a few hours so that Xander and I could go see Cars 2 with some friends while Rob got a much-needed nap. When we went to pick Arya up after the movie, Xander saw their daughter’s car in the driveway. He immediately started asking to “drive the silver racecar”. He asked sweetly, he asked politely, he begged, he pleaded, and he whined. But I had to say no because we had to go home.

After the evening service, as we were getting a late dinner ready, there was a knock on the door. It was Mrs. Vicki, and she had borrowed her daughter’s car to take Xander for a ride. Xander was beside himself and started jumping up and down in the living room. We put his car seat in and he was on his way. He had a blast.

We love our church family!

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Get the Wood Out

Remember this post?

Every once in a while (translation: once a year) my husband preaches. This past Sunday Rob used what happened that day to illustrate James 1:2-12. I thought I’d share.

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Easter 2011 (Part 3)

We had a wonderful morning celebrating the Resurrection at East Side. The sanctuary was packed, and the worship time was great. Rob lined up three choir specials; they were not easy songs, but everyone nailed it! End of the Beginning, Blessed Redeemer, and Unto the Lamb were incredible.

Our pastor gave a straight-up Gospel presentation as his sermon. I pray that I will never grow tired of hearing it preached, thinking I’m too “advanced” to hear it.

About the airplanes: They were in Xander’s Easter basket so I let him take them with him. They had to stay in the car during church, but they were the only was he was going to sit (somewhat) still during family pictures.

Some pictures…

 

Heading to church in the morning:

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Family pictures after the service:

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Arya stole her brother’s glasses:

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You call it a sanctuary. Xander calls it a runway.

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My new favorite picture of him:

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I dress Xander and Arya up every Sunday. Not just a polo shirt, but a button-up and tie. Xander’s tie collection is at 14 now, and Arya is getting quite a collection of dresses. I love putting their Sunday clothes together. Call me old-fashioned, but I want to instill in them that God deserves their very best – that serving Him takes time and effort.

So when it comes to Easter Sunday, I get creative. What most boys wear on Easter is what Xander wears the other 51 weeks of the year. For example, last Easter he wore an agbada (Nigerian suit) because I didn’t want him looking like everyone else. I stumbled upon the perfect dress for Arya back in January and I immediately knew how to match Xander. It took a little time, but I found all the pieces.

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Arya’s dress is from TJ Maxx, and her shoes were a great find at Walmart!
Xander’s shirt is from Old Navy, the jeans are Levi’s 510 Super Skinnies, the shoes are TOMS (“raise IQ, not sea levels”), and the bow tie and suspenders were found on Amazon.com

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Easter 2011 (Part 2)

It’s the night before Easter and the worship pastor is, of course, at church making sure that everything is ready. Hopefully he’ll be home before too long.

Meanwhile, I’ve been making sure that our morning will go smoothly.

I’ve packed the diaper bag and made sure I have enough milk.
I’ve laid out the kids’ clothes.
I’ve worked on conducting ritardandos.

I’ve ironed.
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(don’t make fun of me; it’s a great place to put clothes for the morning)
(that skirt is a pain to iron)

 

And for my hard-working husband, I’ve prepared the coffeemaker.
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…and left him a note to read in the morning.
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Easter 2011 (Part 1)

Today we went to an Easter egg hunt at a park, hosted by another church in town. A few members of their worship team helped us out last Christmas so Rob was able to return the favor and play some lead guitar for them.

 

Xander wanted to get up close:

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Getting some eggs:

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Jesus Hold My Hand

Driving back from church this afternoon, I wanted something new to listen to. I saw an unlabeled disc in the car so I put it in. Two things happened that would have been impossible 2 years ago:

1) It was a CD that I guess Rob left when we switched vehicles at some point. It was full of southern gospel backing tracks. Let me say that again: there was a CD of southern gospel tracks in my car.
2) I recognized the first track, Blessed Jesus Hold My Hand, and I sang along. I actually knew most of the words and a couple of the parts.

You win, Arkansas.
You win.

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Igniting

On March 14, our church hosted our association-wide evangelism conference, Igniting the Passion. Rob was asked to lead a combined choir and orchestra with people from all association churches. He had a vision for making it big, and put together an ambitious set. It all came together and it was a great night!

When I create something, I very rarely stick with the first idea that comes to mind. I made a quick logo idea for the conference in about 15 minutes, sent the file to Rob, he sent it to the organizers, and somehow an hour later it was official. I probably would have changed my mind completely the next morning, but oh well.

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I’ve been dabbling in some motion graphics for the the last year. Unfortunately, I have children to raise and mouths to feed and the stinking laundry to do, so I don’t have spare time to really learn the program well – I just have a task to do and I figure out how to do it between diaper changes. After the fact, I’m usually not all that proud of my work. </excuses>

The morning of the conference, I woke up with an idea to make a loop of the logo. The flame was created using Trapcode Form and Particular in After Effects. There are over 1,600 particles dancing around in the space of about 30×40 pixels.

 

 

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