So I’ve been thinking a lot about worship recently. Circle of Hope is so blessed to have some amazingly talented musicians and songwriters that consistently bring it week after week. They’re almost too good…
I was talking to someone the other day and they said something to the effect of “Oh I hate it when such-and-such leads the music because I can never really get into worship”. I didn’t take any notice of it, and just went on with my life. It wasn’t until yesterday that it came around and smacked me in the back of the head like a boomerang. “can’t really get into worship?” How does that phrase even begin to make sense? I’m imagining a king’s court with dozens of people bowing down before the throne, handing over gifts, and singing praises to the king. Then there is one guy just standing there saying, “I’d love to worship you, king, but your lute player really isn’t that good, and I kinda dated the harpist so I’m feeling pretty awkward right now. Also, this room is pretty drafty and I didn’t get a lot of sleep last night. You understand if I just hang out by the dinner table right?”
Everyone would look at that person like he was straight up crazy. If worship is about the way that a song makes me feel, then it isn’t worship. If the purpose of worship were to make us feel “touched”, then I suggest that we just go for it and start singing Mariah Carey songs instead. As much as I love “Always Be My Baby“, I think there is something more important here. As a musician, I always seem to get mixed up in the technical aspects of the songs, and completely forget the reason why we’re singing them anyway. So regardless of how I feel or what song it is, I need to remember what it means to worship. It’s not all about me. It’s not even CLOSE to being all about me. If it isn’t all about God, it’s not worship.
“Now you are the body of Christ, and individually members of it.” I Corinthians 12:27
“Something Intangible” is just wrapping up its run at the Arden Theatre. It’s more or less a bio of the Disney brothers – Walt… and Roy, the guy no one has ever heard of. Walt, of course, was the visionary – the creative genius who was the face of the company. Roy was the guy who held it all together behind the scenes by keeping the books, wrangling the deals with financial backers, talking disgruntled employees off of ledges, etc. The play is about the relationship between leaders – the ones out front, and the ones behind the scenes. It artfully posits that these characters need each other, and could not do it (whatever “it” happens to be) alone.
Very much like the metaphor in First Corinthians about the “Body of Christ.”
As our network’s Director of Operations, I think about this a lot. So does the CoHOp Core, our team of leaders who guide the Capacity area of Circle of Hope. Yes, we are charged with accomplishing tasks & solving problems – ranging from finances to buildings to technology to communications. That’s one piece. But we are also striving for a reality that’s rooted in this concept from I Corinthians: operations teams that are made up of individuals who are secure in our identity as full members of the body, with Spirit-given gifts of administration for the common good.
I’m realizing more & more how counter-cultural it is to consider your primary identity as a part of Christ’s Body. I don’t know why it’s easier to think that my heroic acts, competence or skill will singlehandedly save the day – oh, wait – that’s the plotline of every blockbuster film I’ve ever watched. Hmmm… But each day through the work of the CoHOp, I see our community working this out, which is really profound & exciting.
For example… when Nick steps up to call a Site Management meeting and people show up to problem-solve together instead of staying in their small corner alone. When a financial report gets assembled through the joint effort and love of Rebekah, Danny, Kathryn and Courtney. When Lorna & Jenna train new members of our Cleaning Teams that their work is about “making it feel safe” for the new people. When we figure out ways to provide tech support to people who don’t even know they need it until it doesn’t work.
Very First Corinthians!

A week ago at the Broad and Washington public meeting space, the Prisons Connections team invited Bess Klassen-Landis to speak. I’d like to re-tell some of her story for those of you who weren’t able to hear her. It’s worth passing on.
Bess Klassen-Landis’ mother Helen was raped, strangled, and shot five times, forty years ago in her family’s home when Bess was only 13 years old. No one else was home when it happened. Bess’ sister came home from school and found their mom’s body. Their mother’s murderer was never found. Afterward Bess said she had no outlet for talking about her mother’s death and her own fears. She and her three sisters interpreted their father’s good intentioned urging to “get on with life” as a directive to not talk about it. She said she tried to pretend she didn’t notice the bullet holes in the floor of her home, but she lived in a constant fear of the murderer returning to kill her there. She looked over her shoulder often thinking that she was being followed. She experienced years of PTSD, but there was no therapy for her in those days.
As an adult her sister Ruth brought her to the Journey of Hope, From Violence to Healing group. She began to talk about her experience to others who had murdered loved ones. She also began speaking to death row prisoners. Instead of the monsters she feared, she said she talked to people who were remorseful for their crimes and who wanted to change, and who listened to what she had to say. In her mind she visualized her mother’s murderer, and sought to “look for that which was of God in him, which she could call ‘friend’.”
Bess said she came to understand that the trauma and the void she felt in her heart from her mother’s death could not be filled by retributive criminal justice. She needed the love and forgiveness of Jesus to fill that void. She, and others like her, did not want the criminal justice system to act on their behalf and carry out the death penalty on murderers. She joined the Voices of Experience Tour in an effort to abolish the death penalty. Her Quaker congregation sent her as a “released friend” on speaking tours with this mission.
Bess Klassen-Landis could be someone who approves of death penalty vengeance for murderers. Instead she is working to save their lives. She is living as a remarkable example of what Paul said to the Romans: “Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good.” (Paul’s letter to the Romans, chapter 12, verse 21 NIV) .
Please add your comments below. If you were there, please tell us more about what you learned from Bess at the event
For a long time I pondered what Freedom in Christ really meant. How could being a servant to God lead me to freedom?
It seemed contradictory to me. But an answer came to me recently while reading David Benner’s book “The Gift of being yourself”. Actually, it didn’t come from reading the book but from praying about it.
I prayed in cell that I would embrace the person I truly am. That I would embrace that person before I tried to start my self fix-it-up projects. The feeling that came over me was like a rope around my ribs being untied. I could finally breathe. Really breathe, like a newborn’s first breath in the world when it comes out of the womb. While praying I saw the image of a swing. A swing that was all twisted and wound up. Then God untangled the swing. I have no way to describe this feeling but as freedom.
Jesus gives us the freedom to be the people we really are. Not the person we try to be after we have fixed ourselves up and made ourselves look pretty, but as the ugly underbelly of a person that we are afraid to show others and even ourselves. One of the ways I have been enslaved to the world is by always putting my best self out for show, the one that I thought everyone wanted to see. With Jesus we are loved as the people we truly are. And we have to accept ourselves as such if we want to truly know that love.
This is the kind of follower that Jesus wants. Not someone who is trying to fit into some imaginary mold of what they think people want them to be. He calls us into a fullness that starts with our true selves. I am called to be his, but also uniquely me.
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