This has been one whirlwind of a weekend. I’ve had highs and lows throughout the whole thing and it all ended tonight with whatever it is you might call the opposite of being punched in the gut… confused? good.
Friday night I visited Hope Cafe (hopecaferaleigh.com) for “Open mic” night as well as a book-signing for “The Almost True Story of General Sherman (and how he finally looked up).” I won’t lie, some of the performances were kinda sub-par. I didn’t want to be critical, but I just wondered to myself why people do things they aren’t necessarily good at. Are they delusional? Or what about the people who play things we’ve all heard a thousand times (only not as good)? What’s the point of coming up with something less than extraordinary? Who really wants to listen to mediocrity? I shrugged off most of these questions with a spiritual version of, “It’s the thought that counts.”
At the end of the evening I met the band that was to play at the cafe Saturday night, Autumn Altar, and they were just absolutely wonderful people. Throughout the course of the weekend my emotions fluttered back and forth between being absolutely enthralled that I got to spend time with these people who I believe (as cheesy as it may sound) to be kindred spirits (so to speak), and extreme disappointment over the fact that they were returning to Pennsylvania Sunday after church, believing this whole episode to be one, giant, anti-climactic experience leaving me unfulfilled and wanting more while completely unable to obtain any form of consolation.
Saturday during one of their sets, my good friend Kyle from the band explained where the name “Autumn Altar” came from. Essentially, he and Danielle (the beautiful percussionist of the band) were talking about the use of altars in the old testament and wondered why we don’t still build things of similar meaning today? Sure, we commemorate structures all the time, maybe even build statues and whatnot, but how often do we build something with the sole purpose of reminding us just how faithful God is with us every day? Altar-building ought to be a normal practice of worship, and not something done only by a select few people for those “really special occasions.”
So this morning before dawn, while I was making my cleaning rounds for my car wash, I came across a bunch of stones just lying in the road. I felt pretty dorky doing it, but I decided I would pile them up over the storm drain where I found them simply to remind me how God had provided me with the perfect job for me right now, at just the right time, for just the right reasons, and hopefully keep me from taking my time there for granted. It was a pretty small pile of rocks, and I was almost embarrassed to leave it standing; but I thought to myself that I would never really have to tell anyone about it(yeah, that went well…) and that it was between me and God anyway, bringing back up my “It’s the thought that counts,” idea again.
So tonight I went to Vintage21 Church with my friend Judson and the service was pretty wonderful, as always, but the thing that hit me hard had very little to do with what was going on and was brought on by a song we were singing after the message. I honestly can’t even remember the song (they do a lot of songs I’m not familiar with) but it talked of giving all that we are to God and I found myself going back to “It’s the thought that counts,” yet again, believing all the things we have to give are equally unneeded by God and he chooses to use us as nothing to do something great… I said in my mind (while thinking myself pretty smart about the whole thing), “What I have to offer is but filthy rags.” Before I could even finish the thought, I heard in the most forceful (as if being chastised), and closest thing to audible voice I’ve ever heard God say to me; “I do not create junk.“
Something shattered that instant. A lump formed in my throat and I was unable to sing for the rest of the song. It felt like I had been punched in the gut, only it was the greatest feeling I had ever experienced. All of the sudden I started to feel as though all the “nothing” I had been flinging around, knowing it was unneeded but trying to give “nothing” back to God, was everything God made me for. I am so into the habit of devaluing myself and my efforts that I began to devalue God’s work in my life. I realized that it’s not that all we have is equally worthless to God, but rather that it is equally beautiful and full of His wonder. It was almost as though a huge burden to produce something useful had been lifted from my shoulders. God loves me because He made me wonderful, and the only proper response is to lay every wonderful thing he’s given me back at his feet. You see, it’s so easy, when we feel like what we have is meaningless, to feel discouraged and very much like we owe very little in return.
Every little critisism I had Friday night was toward those whom God is absolutely delighted in. It’s not so much, “the thought that counts,” as the fact that when we are so overflowing with God’s grace we can’t help but cry out to him in whatever manner he has fashioned us to utter praise. For me, it’s putting this whole experience down… I simply can’t think of another way to let someone, anyone, know how wonderful it is to have meaning and to know that my offering isn’t sub par or less than extraordinary, because God only makes extraordinary people, and His workmanship is not to be mocked. My embarrassing little altar is beautiful because it is there for the explicit purpose of reminding me just how beautiful and faithful God is. Thought isn’t making any of this wonderful, it is wonderful.
Thank you Eric for inviting me to Hope Cafe. Thank you Dustin, Devon, Danielle, and Kyle for bringing your gifts to the altar. Thank you Judson for bringing me to Vintage21. And most of all, thank you Jesus Christ for making me who I am and loving me though I so often miss the point.