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Except … not always.

Sunday morning, you arrive at church, you choose a seat in the sanctuary.  A lovely piece of music floats from the organ and a contemplative silence settles over the room as the congregation assumes an attitude of prayer.  This music is the Prelude, and it signifies a time of meditation, of preparation for worship.

Except … not always. 

At least, not always at the beginning of the worship service at Hamilton Trace Assisted Living.  We’ve shared before about the beautiful things that happen when ministering in a facility designed to assist the elderly. 

We’ve seen people who don’t smile much begin to radiate love and  people who don’t generally talk with others strike up conversations with those sitting in proximity.  And people who are usually quiet and unobtrusive … well, we’ve heard them burst into song. 

This happened recently during the Prelude, a short but prayerful piece, at the beginning of the service.  Several people recognized the melody and began to sing the lyrics – singing, as John Wesley wrote, “lustily.”

It was disconcerting at first.  We don’t sing during the Prelude.  But in Directions for Singing, John Wesley wrote that “Above all sing spiritually.  Have an eye to God in every word you sing.  Aim at pleasing him more than yourself….”

So, maybe it was a bit unorthodox, but it was such a blessing to those of us who heard, and who felt through the Holy Spirit, that this singing was “…such as the Lord will approve here, and reward you when he cometh in the clouds of heaven.”  (Ibid)

For what more can we ask? 

In His Service,
jenni debaun
Custodian, Hamilton Trace Worship Coordinator & Fifty Plus Coordinator
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Anticipating Spring

My Daughter Katherine wrote the post below, and I wanted to share it with you.  I hope her words inspire you as they have inspired me.

Jane Musser
Director of the Fishers UMC Preschool/Mother's Day Out

The cold winter always seems to drag on. I can’t wait to feel the warm sunshine, for greenery and flowers to fill everywhere with color, for all these colds and flus to finally end. But even as I anticipate my favorite season, Spring, I notice my six month-old infant looking around at the world today in awe. While I see another dreary sky, he is looking all around, up, and down with surprise and excitement. Just as we marvel at the sky when it is a bright blue, isn’t it also amazing that sometimes God makes the sky a quiet gray? While I wait to see new leaves appear on all the trees, this baby seems delighted at the sight of the sleeping ground - with all its patches of hardened dirt.

The changing of seasons usually focuses on the anticipation of what is ahead. While I don’t think that is a bad thing, I don’t want to overlook the beauty that is all around right now, in my current, imperfect, day-to-day life. “For everything there is a season, a time for every activity under heaven” (Ecclesiastes 3:1). Times to cry, times to laugh, times to grieve. Times to embrace and turn away. Times to search and quit searching. Times to tear and to mend. Times to speak and to keep quiet. Times to keep and to let go.

This verse serves as a reminder to me, an encouragement, that as I look around at my current situations, shortcomings, struggles, and relationships, that this is a temporary, but necessary season in my life. What can I learn in this season? What seeds have been planted in my heart that are not ready to bloom for others to see, but are hard at work within? I do not want to miss or overlook the beauty currently around me, but instead I want to try to see each day the way my child does, as a gift from God.

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