Mountain Top Experience

Posted on April 6, 2007
Filed Under Spirituality, Ministry, Singing |

Last night my church met for its Maundy Thursday service commemorating the crucifixion of Christ. As this was my first time participating in this annual ceremony, I was surprised at its beauty, it solemnity, and my emotional response to it. I had the honor of singing a song which I had only learned ten minutes before the program began, Nevuh Said a Mumblin’ Word. It was a great joy and incredibly fun to sing, so much fun that all through the night - during my drive home, greeting my family upon my arrival, in the shower, dressing for bed, in the bed - it kept going round and round and round in my head. Geesh.

I do that a lot. I’ll have what I think is an exceptional time in ministry, speaking or singing, and relive the moment over and over again. On the one hand, it’s a great practice. Whatever “high” I experienced in the moment I experience in its recollection; the joy, the feeling of fulfillment, the sense of connection with the “audience”, and the intimacy with God. It’s nice to go back there and be reminded about the what for’s of it all. On the other hand, reliving past glories can leave you in nostalgia and forever focusing on the past or in a constant search for that next “high” and subject to falling for a counterfeit in the quest, or, as is my present circumstance, sleepless at the very least.

I know that God is the God of the Mountain Top . . . the parting of the Red Seas, the Manna from Heaven, the Burning Bush, and the Water Walk, but He’s also the God of the everyday. He’s the Lord of the interaction with a rude clerk at the grocery store, the prayer that takes place in the closet when no one else sees, and the moments spent volunteering in the elementary school PTA. I don’t to be so immature in my walk with Him that He’s forever having to take me off of my path for a mountain top detour to prove, yet again, that He’s God, He can, and He will.

The Bible only records 3 of Jesus’ 33 years. I can’t imagine that the first 30 years of His life that were spent unrecorded were also spent in insignificance . . . He was still Jesus off record too. I want that kind of faithfulness, everyday, in obscurity, behind the scenes, unnoticed by anyone or everyone but God. I want to see the worth in those things done is secret that Jesus prizes. Heck, maybe everything I do should be done in secret - at least that way I’ll get some sleep . . .

They crucified my Lord, and He nevuh said a mumblin’ word . . .

Enough already, enough!

Peace and Blessings,

Nicole