"They have a heavy metal guitarist guy" was the first thought that went through my mind when I walked into the first service at the new church. He had the long hair, belting out the worship riffs, and was head thrashing with the song. He fit the stereotypical heavy metal musician look. Looked like he belonged in Metallica. Worship had already started and I was already ready to come back the following week. Not the strongest of reasons to join a church, but hear me out. To be fair, it wasn't the only reason. Just the first of many first impressions as God walked me to our new church home. Being a big time heavy metal fan, I had never seen this during worship - so I was completely down with this performance. If they had a mosh pit down front, I would have considered joining in. Anyways, he played with passion. He was playing free and being himself during worship. There was no hesitation in the performance. He was worshipping the way he felt led. No fear, no second-guess...
Feels like it has been quite a while since I last wrote my thoughts down in a blog. Far too long. Late 2016 through now has been a very dry season in terms of writing for me. Summed up to writers' block and that I had run out of things to say. Tried to force my way through, but quickly found out how dry I had become. I needed some time to re-charge the batteries. Late 2016 coincided with a very dry season for me spiritually. Was feeling remote from God in many ways. Still sensed Him in my life, but the closeness wasn't there. Praying felt like a chore and looking back, I realize I didn't pray as much as I used to. There were other factors that contributed during this season. One thing that did happen was that we left our church. Looking back, this was the best decision I made for my own sanity and my marriage. We didn't quit church. That, I wouldn't recommend. As I have said before, life wasn't meant to be lived alone and community is necessary for each and ...