I cant recall the timeframe exactly, but I know it was about a couple months ago. We were beginning the first song of the day at Rivers Crossing, and over on the right (your left) side of the auditorium, somewhere in the first 5 rows stood an elderly woman. She was frail, yet had this sense of energy and dignity about her that I cant describe. The reason this stood out of the ordinary to me, is because we normally do not see elderly women sitting in the first 5 rows of our auditorium during a service. You see, we are very passionate about our worship environment at Rivers Crossing and our “sound” is very energetic and loud. Tasteful and well mixed, but loud. We hand out ear plugs at the door. Normally when I walk out during our countdown and see elderly people sitting that close, this thought pops in my head of, “oh man, this could be bad…those people might never come back after today.”
This particular lady kept coming back. And she loved the music. She gleamed with joy when we would begin our services with a big song. It was evident. Turns out she really enjoyed the music at Rivers Crossing, and I found out this week that she really enjoyed the album I just released and listened to it very often.
After about the second or third week of seeing this lady, I found out that before she began coming to Rivers Crossing w/ her relatives (who attend RC3 on a regular basis), she found out that she was dying of cancer. Maybe its worth repeating – this lady knew that her time on earth was short, the Drs had told her there is nothing more they could do and that this horrible thing called cancer would be the very thing that ended her time here on this earth.
I never had the chance to meet this lady. I regret that.
Today, Im playing/singing at this woman’s funeral. Im very honored to do this. I’ve never played at a funeral before. To be honest, they kind of weird me out a little bit. Its not my “cup of tea”. But for some reason, Im honored to be asked to play at this woman’s funeral and I didnt think twice about it when I was asked to play. I hope her passion rubs off on me today as I play some of her favorite worship tunes at her funeral. I hope that the name of Jesus gets lifted up and that people can see that death has truly lost its sting.
One more takeaway that I get from this story is a message I would like to say to all the people who whine and complain about every little thing YOU don’t like about a church or a worship service, as if their is a perfect church out there doing everything perfectly. My message is simply this, just be quiet (I wanted to say shut up but Travis, our student pastor, told me that may offend some people, so I refrained sort of). For the last month I watched an elderly woman come to our services and worship freely, right in front of our speakers and subs that were cranking out our sound at a high volume level, knowing that she was dying of cancer and that her time was short and she never complained about any of it. Next time YOU want to complain about how loud the music is, or how a Pastor doesnt teach the way YOU want him to, or how the starbucks coffee that is provided is too bold for YOU (does anyone notice a theme here?)…just stop and be quiet and think about this…Maybe its not about YOU.
My prayer today:
Jesus, would You heal us of our selfish ways. Begin with me, Lord.