Tany and I are on service leading duty this Sunday. The main responsibilities are getting the service planned, songs, order etc, and then trying to make the whole thing hang together on Sunday evening without saying anything inappropriate. Sometimes this is more difficult than it would appear, for example, in exams at school I always had this temptation to swear very loudly as I turned the exam paper over. Fortunately I didn’t give in to this temptation, but the thought is always there somewhere.
This week’s service planning is made even more interesting by the return of Eddie and Sue to the church. Eddie’s just been made Supreme Intergalactic Ruler of Wycliffe UK (or something like that) so they have had to move to a small village in the middle of pristine English countryside to keep the Christians in order. But, they are still church missionaries (and Christians, I’m pleased to say) and need our support, prayers and love, so they’re back and get to talk to the church about what they’ve been up to. They’re both wonderful friends and I miss having them around, so it’s going to be a good evening and I’m so pleased that I’m leading the service [Tany is too].
What’s this (and shouting out in school exams) got to do with singing songs about Jesus? Well, Eddie has this little frustration with modern worship songs,
The worst worship songs ever
Out of context worship songs
Jesus, I’m not in love with you
A new hymn book
Blokey blokes and worship songs
The song remains the same
Does worship grab you
After his comments it’s really tempting is to pick a whole load of JIMG songs in retaliation. But that could imply that I disagree with Eddie’s comments and I don’t. I’m about 90% behind him in most of what he’s written and the other 10% is probably just cultural or the fact that I can ignore the words if the tune is wonderful (sounds bad I know, but it’s true). The retaliation is instead for the day I was leading singing from the front of church and while someone was making very important announcement (as all church notices are very important) and I was trying to appear small and out of the way (kind of difficult at my size and shape) Eddie pulled a face at me. I don’t know how I didn’t burst into amplified howls of laughter but I couldn’t keep the amusement completely hidden so turned very red and looked quite awkward in front of a lot of people.
This Sunday could be my chance to return the favour.