Non-Singing Worship

floor draw.jpgOur praise band wasn’t able to make it tonight so I decided to do some worship without singing. We did 3 things: played with balloons, drew on the floor, and journaled our prayer requests. We did play music while we were working on these things, but there was no singing. It was different but good.  

I added the complete outline in the Random Idea section. You can check it out here if you want to see more of what it looked like. The only major problem we had was on guy thought it would be funny to pop the balloons. You see that is why working with teenagers is so difficult. They don’t see past what they immediately think is funny. He didn’t imagine how his actions were 1) distracting to everyone else 2) disrespectful to me and ultimately to God 3) messing up the whole concept for everyone else because by taking out balloons he was leaving people out of the next section. But he is a teenager and so his thought was "Hey! This makes a loud noise!". I didn’t even know that he was popping the balloons until he told me because he thought it was funny. He never once imagined that he was doing something annoying and rude. I need to find a new profession.

Andy thinks I should get a 9-5 job, but I don’t have any marketable skills. So I am stuck with teenagers.

(Oh yeah as a side note: Please read at least a month or so of this blog before you start being upset with my view of teenagers. I don’t want to have to go through that whole thing again.) 

3 thoughts on “Non-Singing Worship

  • July 6, 2006 at 2:14 PM

    In an effort to aid you in examining any marketable skills you may possess but overlook, I checked the classified ads in the paper here this morning. The only 9 to 5 job I found was one at a restaurant that needs someone to scrape the toppings off of pizza and tear the crust into strips so it could easily be dipped into mustard.

    Wait a second, here’s another one, "Help Wanted – Looking for entertainer to perform at birthday parties, weddings, etc. Must be able to stick at least ten quarters in your belly button."

    Seriously, though, looking back at our youth years, (I know those years were by no means a shining example of youth ministry), it seems like the only thing that would be more difficult is trying to minister to adults. I don’t know if it’s the can’t teach an old dog new tricks or what. More often than not, I think middle school and high school kids already have their minds made up on so many things.

    To me it would be hard enough to teach a sophomore in high school the Pythagorean theorem, and why it’s important to know it. To take those same kids, and explain to them that a greater power exists that they can’t see, hear, or feel, just seems impossible. I think if you break through to just one, a whole career spent trying would not be in vain.

  • July 6, 2006 at 3:47 PM

    Thanks -B I needed that. (no sarcasm intended, I honestly needed to be reminded of that)

  • July 7, 2006 at 1:05 AM


    Have you ever really thought about what you would have liked to have learned, participated in, been a member of, or made a difference in when you were in high school? I mean really, really thought about it. Teens are much more intelligent, introspective, and seeking than I think a lot of us give them credit for. I know for me I could have done with a lot fewer ways to tell the story of the prodigal son, fewer sermons on David and Goliath, less legalism, fewer lectures regarding why there aren’t any more dinosaurs on the face of the earth, less legalism (oh, did I already say that?), less choir rehearsals, less drama skits, and less pleading for purity in all areas of life. Oh, and less legalism.

    Looking back, I wish I had found a place that, instead of telling me that being Christian is being different and that it changes lives, rather they would have taken me into the community and showed me these things. Don’t tell me that I need to witness, show me how to witness. Don’t tell me how to love those around me, give me practical ways in which I can actually do that, and then would have actually gone out as a group and did that.

    I wish I would have been taught more doctrine. I knew all the basic Bible stories from being in church for years, but no one ever sat us down and told us ‘exactly’ what the Gospel message was. That seems to be important, doesn’t it?

    I wish I had been taught more theology. I wish I had been taught more about the Bible and where it came from and why it’s so important. I wish someone had taught me why I believed what I believed.

    I wish I had been taught that being a witness isn’t just acting a certain way when we’re in public. I can’t count the number of times I’ve listened to a sermon on witnessing and at the end of it the preacher or teacher gave practical ways to do that, and it was always "do good work for your employer, be nice, love your neighbor, raise your kids properly, etc." That’s not being a witness, that’s just trying to be a good person. There’s plenty of non-Christians that do those very things everyday. I could have done with a lot less "you need to do this" for 30 minutes, and then in the last 2 minutes"…oh, and in your own little way, you ARE doing that, so don’t be mad at me for telling you to do that. Amen."

    I wish that youth had been given leadership roles in the church. You know what would have really been cool? Having teenages teach little kid’s Sunday School classes. Having teens in the nursery serving. How about having teens actually preach a sermon one night? Not a drama, not a skit, not an ‘interpretive dance’, but an actual sermon presentation. I can only remember that happening one time when I was in high school, and the kid that did it somehow managed to slip in the proper name of male genitalia into the sermon. He was as visibly nervous as I think I’d ever seen him, but I hear he has a pretty good youth ministry going right now somewhere down south, so it must not have been too traumatic an experience for him. Probably did him a world of good, actually.

    I wish someone would have taught me a Biblical model for dating. Not a bunch of "don’t do this, and don’t do that’s", but an actual plan for me to find a girl, date that girl, know that that girl is the one I should marry, and then show me how to go about leading that marriage and eventual family in a Godly way. Doing this with high schoolers is not too early, I promise. If anything, it’s almost too late.

    I wish someone would have showed me exactly how to study the Bible and lead a Bible study group. Not coax me into coming to one, not coerce me into a six-week study, not guilt me into a quarterly program. No, show me how to actually dig into the Word, understand what it says, apply it to my life, and then explain that to others in my circle of influence.

    I wish that high school seniors had been teaching high school freshmen. I wish that freshman had been teaching middle schoolers. I wish that college-aged people had been teaching the high school seniors. Not some middle-aged guy with a floppy haircut who thinks he’s cool when all he is is old and out of touch. That guy was important for structure, mission, overview, insight, leadership, and direction, but he wasn’t ‘cool’, and he wasn’t who I wanted life-advice from. He had a college degree, a wife, and kid already, I just wanted to know what my senior year of high school was going to be like and how to get through it.

    I wish that instead of joining a ‘church league softball team’, we had joined just another regular secular softball team. I didn’t need insulated from reality, I needed lifeskills and tools with which to engage the culture that I lived in. I didn’t need protected from culture, I needed prodded into it, with armor and weapons at my side, and I needed to be fully trained in how to use those ‘weapons.’

    I could go on and on, but since this isn’t my website, and this is only supposed to be a comment on yours, I know that I’ve already pushed and exceeded the appropriate limit for proper blogging protocol. To sum all that up, my point is this: I didn’t need treated like a kid, I needed to e shown how to be an adult. In the real world. With real circumstances. I didn’t need coddled, I needed conditioned.

    OK, I’m through now. Peace, brother.


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