Worship leaders, pastors, and everyone serving this weekend: know that I’m praying for you! I pray that God will bless you and stretch you and use you to grow His kingdom and expand His family.
As usual, I found lots of great links this week that I wanted to share with you but that didn’t quite fit into a post. When you get a few minutes this weekend, check them out and be encouraged and challenged. Maybe even learn something. 🙂
Remember, these are just excerpts, but I strongly encourage you to click through and read each post in its entirety.
Grammar matters. Perhaps more than you might think. Good grammar means the different between “let’s eat grandma” and “let’s eat, grandma”. It also matters for your church. If you want to communication clearly, be sure your graphic designs make good use of the English language. Check out these potential errors you could be making in your graphic design.
What’s the big problem you wonder? In a word: Papyrus. It’s the font that every designer loves to hate, battling neck and neck with Comic Sans. So what’s the problem with Papyrus? Is it really that bad? Or are designers just being font snobs?
This is something my wife came up with four years ago. Have you ever wondered what the congregation looks like when you’re standing at the front leading? Fortunately, the ones the team notice most are the people really entering into worship; but if you look more carefully — and it’s not recommended — it probably looks like this…
A 31-year-old Mount Dora pastor pored over more than 200 pages of notes and 600 Power Point slides as a cheerleading squad chanted and a handful of onlookers equipped with water guns squirted the exhausted man on stage. His feat: 53 hours and 18 minutes of preaching 45 sermons from the Bible, which surpassed the current Guinness World Record for the Longest Speech Marathon.
I spent the summer of 1992, or at least a good portion of it, on a school bus. The drive from my small town in central Illinois to a small town in central Ohio seemed to take forever. It was a blistering summer day, and there was no air conditioning. We had been on the road since early in the morning, and the sun had finally risen to the perfect angle where it was directly cooking me through the window. I felt like a turkey on Thanksgiving Day. I wasn’t sure what would melt first, my skin or the vinyl seat it was stuck to. I put my headphones on and stuck a cassette tape into my Walkman (the old school equivalent of an iPod—kind of). I wanted to escape: The bus. The youth group. The world.
…the critique that the songs are too ‘me-focused’.
Once again, we acknowledge the legitimacy of such a critique. We must be careful to make our worship Trinitarian and Christ-centered. But is the inclusion of ‘me’ language’ inherently dangerous? Should we avoid the personal pronoun, or at least singular personal pronouns (I, me, my)? Enter, St. John, again.