So I did a dumb thing today. I noticed that my Apple watch had died at some point during the day, so I took it off and put it in my office charging port for just a little bit to get it going again. Famous last words.

As of right now, it’s still sitting in that charging port, because I went right out the door at the end of the day and left it. So now my wrist feels naked and I keep staring down at where my watch should be. It’s awkward.

If that’s the worst thing that ever happens to me, I’m doing good. Not having a smart watch to count my steps and relay all my messages is a very first world problem. Lots of people are going through way worse than a MIA Apple watch. So I think I can manage for two days.

I could be tempted to wear an old fashioned watch. You know those? The ones that only tell time? Or at least I would if the batteries weren’t all dead.

I guess I’ll just have to go old school and rely on my phone to tell time.

Normally, I don’t copy and paste email content, but this one basically stopped me in my tracks. It got my attention. It perfectly encapsulates what I believe about what it means to worship and be a worshipper above and beyond singing four songs one or two days a week. Here it is:

“What comes to your mind when you think about worship? Do you think about a particular song or worship leader? Do you think about a style or feeling you get when you worship? Do you think about a past experience at church or a night of worship? Many of us have made worship about singing. I can often think about worship as an activity. I can flatten worship into singing or doing something for God. I want to gently nudge us to consider worship through a different paradigm. Paul writes in the epistle to the Romans, “therefore, brothers and sisters, in view of the mercies of God, I urge you to present your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and pleasing to God; this is your true worship.” Romans 12:1
 
Presenting ourselves before God is an act of worship. Worship is not just an activity, it is availability. Paul is urging us to be available to God as living sacrifices. Our worship is not confined to the time we gather to sing and study the word of God at Kairos. Worship is being available to God at all times. It means giving God access to all of your life. When you present yourself to God you are declaring that he is worthy of your affection and attention. You are putting God in his rightful place in your life.
 
So you may be asking, then why do we gather together to sing and study? The reason we gather is we need to be reminded that God is God. We quickly forget to present ourselves before him because we become distracted by the world and the busyness of life. We need to rest from the busyness of our day to present ourselves before God. He desires our presence” (Pastor Mike Harder, Kairos).

Worship is a lifestyle that transcends music and goes beyond one hour a week on Sundays. Worship is ultimately declaring the worth of God in everything we do and in everything we say, no matter where or when we are. That’s worship.

I just finished going through a Bible study on the book of Revelation. Yes, that book of Revelation. It’s the one that can feel like something out of a horror movie with all the plagues and bowls and fire and brimstone. It can seem at first glance to be a book all about the wrath of God and how you better watch out lest He strike you down.

But that’s not the point of Revelation. It’s ultimately a book about hope. And I can’t think of a commodity we’re more in need of right now than hope. Every other day, there’s another mass shooting or a natural disaster or a financial crisis. So many of us in Nashville are still reeling over the 3 students and 3 faculty killed at a small Christian private school in the Green Hills area. We need hope.

My teacher said tonight that hope shines brightest in the darkness. When things are going well for me, I can tend to coast and not really give much thought to the future or of my need for God. I can lull myself into the delusion of independence and control. I can very easily make a little god out of me in my little world. I don’t seek out hope on my bright days when all is right with the world.

But when something shakes my world to the core, then I find that I am helpless apart from the grace of God. I find that this beautiful but broken world is unraveling faster and faster and chaos seems to be gaining the upper hand. I find that’s when I begin to hunger and thirst for hope in a world that more and more seems hopeless.

But then I read the book of Revelation, where God promises to put everything right. I read the last two chapters where God says He will wipe every tear from our eyes and restore and remake the world to what it was before Adam and Eve ate that fruit and messed it all up. And by the way, any one of us would have done exactly the same.

The Book of Revelation says that death and hell will not have the last word. Hate will not win. Your story will not end in ashes and defeat and suffering. The Lamb has already overcome and we will see the victory with our own eyes and whatever sorrow or pain or loss we’ve been through won’t begin to compare with the glories and majesty that await us then.

The book ends with an invitation that I would offer to anyone reading these words:

“The Spirit and the bride say, “Come.” Let anyone who hears this say, “Come.” Let anyone who is thirsty come. Let anyone who desires drink freely from the water of life” (Revelation 22:17, NLT).

Tonight, we had a special service of worship and prayer for the families of the victims of the shootings at Covenant School here in Nashville. It was a special night. Sometimes, you just need to preempt your plans to make room to seek the face of God in the face of unspeakable tragedy, loss, and evil. Tonight was that night.

One takeaway is when Pastor Mike brought up how in the beginning of Job’s troubles, his friends came to him and sat with him in silence. They didn’t try to explain away his pain or figure out God’s plan in Job’s suffering. They simply sat in the dust with Job and were present with him in his pain.

In the midst of a world increasingly filled with tragedies, God calls us to be present to those who are the victims of a fallen world. God doesn’t need us to fix anyone or anything. God doesn’t need us to preach them a sermon or to give them a Philosophy 101 on why there is evil in a world God created. God just wants us to be there, present with those who suffer, weeping with those who weep and sharing their burden.

When we are present, God is also present. As ambassadors of Christ, we bring His presence into the dark night of their pain and suffering. We bring light into darkness, hope into despair, truth into lies, victory into defeat, simply by being there.

God might give you a word for someone going through the valley of the shadow of death, but more often than not, God calls you to be with that person without preaching or moralizing. Your silent presence can mean more than a thousand well-meaning words or platitudes or sayings like how your thoughts and prayers are with them. They don’t need your empty promises to pray for them as much as they need you to walk alongside of them and be with them, a visible reminder of Emmanuel, God with us.

This morning, a person entered Covenant School, a private Christian elementary school in the Green Hills area of Nashville, and opened fire, killing 3 students and 3 faculty. The community is still reeling. My heart is sad and heavy from yet another senseless act of mass killing. I found this beautiful prayer that speaks the words of my heart that I could not find for myself:

“Prayer of lament for mass shootings

Lord, in our shock and confusion, we come before you.
In our grief and despair in the midst of hate,
in our sense of helplessness in the face of violence,
we lean on you.

For the families of those who have been killed we pray.
For the shooters—help us to pray, Lord.
For the communities that have lost members—their anger, grief, fear—we pray.
For the churches striving to be your light in darkness beyond our comprehension, we pray.

In the face of hatred, may we claim love, Lord.
May we love those far off and those near.
May we love those who are strangers and those who are friends.
May we love those who we agree with and understand,
and even more so, Lord, those who we consider to be our enemies.

Kyrie Eleison. Lord, have mercy.
Heal our sin-sick souls.
Make these wounds whole, Lord.

Prayer adapted from the Christian Reformed Church Office of Social Justice.“

Back in the day, we had something called a mix tape. That was where you recorded your favorite songs onto a cassette tape, normally with the intent of giving it to someone you liked. If you were really old school, you recorded those songs off the radio. Ah, those were the days.

You didn’t just choose any old song willy-nilly. Since it was more time-consuming, you had to put some thought into the song selection and the sequencing. Plus, you had to make sure you didn’t accidentally record over the end of the previous song. The worst was that anxiety of wondering if you had enough room on the tape for that last song or if it was going to cut off before the song got done. Oh, the humanity.

Some of you might remember putting together mix CDs. But not everyone had the technology to burn CDs, so those of us who did were the few and the proud. We were super nerdy. But even with CDs, you had to be super picky with your songs, because once they were on there, they were there to stay.

Nowadays, things are different. And easier. You just find your songs and right click them into a playlist that can be as short or as long as you like. You can play them in the order you selected them or in a random mix. You can delete a song or two with the click of a button or the swipe of a finger. Plus, they sound a lot better than the old mix tapes.

If you’re born in the year 2000 or after, I might as well be speaking a foreign language. Mix tapes? Burning CDs? I might as well be putting on my pantaloons to take a drive in my horseless carriage to the nearest Blockbuster to rent a movie on a videocassette. Getting old sucks.

“When you reflect upon Jesus Christ hanging on the cross of shame, you understand the depth and weight of human sin. How do we measure the size of a fire? By the number of firefighters and fire engines sent to fight against it. How do we measure the seriousness of a medical condition? By the amount of risk the doctors take in prescribing dangerous antibiotics or surgical procedures. How do we measure the gravity of sin and the incomparable vastness of God’s love for us? By looking at the magnitude of what God has done for us in Jesus, who became like a common criminal for our sake and in our place” (Fleming Rutledge, The Undoing of Death).

When you think about it, every sin that you and I commit is ultimately against God, more so that it is against ourselves or other people. I read a quote that said that the essence of sin is us substituting ourselves for God, while the essence of salvation is God substituting Himself for us. That’s the crux of it.

In Old Testament Israel, sin required blood and the death of an innocent animal. All that was pointing to the ultimate sacrifice made once for all time by Jesus on the cross. In other words, sin isn’t something God winks at and shoves under the proverbial rug. Sin is deadly serious.

Jesus taking our place is the ultimate display of love. It’s more romantic feelings that we see displayed on the silver screen. It’s even more than climbing mountains and crossing oceans for the one you love. It’s laying down your life for the beloved.

In Jesus’ case, it was laying down His life for us while we were still sinners and His enemies. While we were yet putting ourselves in the place of God and rejecting God’s better design for our lives.

That is the measure of true love.

For the first time since the NCAA tournament started seeding the teams in 1979, no 1 seeds made the Elite Eight. Basically, it means that all my brackets that I filled out with loving care are now trashcan liners. How are your brackets?

I understand that there is always a level of craziness that comes with March Madness, but this year’s level of crazy is unprecedented. So many teams that normally make deep runs in the college basketball tournament got bounced. I’ve never seen anything like it in all my years of keeping up with college basketball and filling out those brackets with the elusive hope of having a perfect bracket and winning millions of dollars.

The only bracket that I have that even has a champion still in the tournament is the one where I picked UConn to win it all. The rest went kaput when both Alabama and Houston lost tonight. Thankfully, none of them are the actual paper brackets like in the old days. That would just be a sad reminder of my futility in predicting and picking the winners of any kind of sports.

But that’s the fun of it. And the aggravation. You could theoretically spend hours analyzing all the teams and their strength of schedules and margins of victory and conference strengths. Or you could pick based on which team colors are your favorite. Or you could just randomly pick names and hope for the best.

At some point, it’s easier to give up and root for the underdogs to win every game.

I don’t know if you’ve ever had a song stuck in your head. I have had one in particular for quite a while that pops up from time to time. It seems appropriate with my church in the process of moving to a new permanent location and so many whispers of revival floating around.

Though made famous by Chris Tomlin and Passion, the song was originally written and recorded by Bluetree, a Northern Irish Contemporary Christian band after they visited a town in Thailand and saw the overwhelming amount of poverty there. The song is about how no matter how bleak things appear, that God is really the one in control and in charge and the best is truly yet to come in terms of God moving among His people:

“You’re the God of this city
You’re the King of these people
You’re the Lord of this nation
You are

You’re the light in this darkness
You’re the hope to the hopeless
You’re the peace to the restless
You are

There is no one like our God
There is no one like our God

For greater things have yet to come
And greater things are still to be done in this city
Greater things have yet to come
And greater things are still to be done in this city

You’re the God of this city
You’re the King of these people
You’re the Lord of this nation
You are

You’re the light in this darkness
You’re the hope to the hopeless
You’re the peace to the restless
You are

There is no one like our God
There is no one like our God

For greater things have yet to come
And greater things are still to be done in this city
Greater things have yet to come
And greater things are still to be done in this city

Greater things have yet to come
And greater things are still to be done here

There is no one like our God
There is no one like you, God

For greater things have yet to come
And greater things are still to be done in this city
Greater things have yet to come
And greater things are still to be done

We believe, we believe in you, God

Greater things have yet to come
And greater things are still to be done in this city
Greater things have yet to come
And greater things are still to be done here
Greater things, still to be done here” (Aaron Boyd / Andrew Mccann / Ian Jordan / Peter Comfort / Peter Kernaghan / Richard Bleakley)

At first glance, it would seem like a bad start to the day. I left in what I thought was plenty of time to get to my doctor’s appointment on time. Google maps showed that my destination was 28 minutes away, so theoretically, I should arrive with 2 minutes to spare. Only I didn’t.

Rain and traffic had other plans. I ended up being 10 minutes late to my appointment. Plus, I’m not a fan of driving in the rain and it rained on me the entire way. It would have been easy to chalk up the day as a loss and be prepared to start over the next day.

But then I remembered that I have a reliable Jeep that gets me to where I want to go and keeps me dry in the midst of rainy Wednesdays. I have good health that I routinely take for granted until someone I know has a scary diagnosis or suffers from health issues. I have a good job with insurance and an HSA that helps me afford the visit to see my doctor.

Every challenge is really an opportunity to exercise my ability to give thanks. Even in cold wet days, I can find the proverbial silver lining. I have yet to see the day so dark and dismal that I couldn’t find anything to be thankful for.

I recall hearing something that stuck with me. If all God had done was to save me from my sin and hell and did absolutely nothing else for me this side of heaven, it would still be better than I deserve. If God never gave me one more blessing or granted me one more prayer request, He would still be worthy of my thanks.

Yet there are daily small gifts of grace, most of which I miss from complaining or feeling entitled. But they are there if only I can see with eyes of faith and gratitude.

“When you arise in the morning, give thanks for the morning light, for your life and strength. Give thanks for your food, and the joy of living. If you see no reason for giving thanks, the fault lies with yourself” (Chief Tecumseh, Shawnee Nation).