When you stop and think about it, walking by faith is much easier. As I look back on all the times I worried and fretted, it seems like such a waste of time and emotions that I didn't just trust God. He was going to bless me anyway, why make my life so difficult? For all those who talk about faith but don't exhibit it-it is God's faithfulness not ours that changes things, it is our benevolent creator and savior who gives us life, and promises to fulfill it if only we follow Him and obey. We get the follow part OK, isn't it nice when God agrees with us? Truth be told, we are to agree with Him, it is the obedience part we don't deal with very well. And only in the spirit will we ever get it!
For me, I started to get it at a Santana concert at the Felt Forum, the little theatre at the New Madison Square Garden. Even before I was saved, the music moved me. After watching Ike and Tina Turner as the opening act, I really wanted to see Santana. In this day before paying huge amounts of money to watch a concert on a BIG screen, you just couldn't see her act well from the audience. She hadn't made it big yet as she was the latter part of "and". So at around 1100pm, remember concerts used to have late shows, Santana came out and played some of their hits, and some new songs. WOW! And then the disappointment set in, as they jammed for the next 90 minutes. I didn't go to hear them practice, or jam-I wanted to hear the songs I knew like they sounded on the album. But it took a late night DJ on WNEW-FM to set me straight, to instruct me as to how uncool I really was. While the teenie boppers listened like I did, musicians were turned on by the jamming. And it was an awakening moment-you got to see this group fully come alive, to put their hearts into their music, and not perform for the audience, but perform for each other-feeding off each others playing. And I lost my Top 40 virginity that night, and music hasn't been the same since. It has been better!
Last Saturday at a car show we saw a Beach Boys tribute band play. Their music was OK, but the yellow striped shirts made them look like pansies. And although they sounded like a 45rpm record, it had no heart, no style. Lots of notes, but no music. As I thought back to other tribute bands I had seen, not particularly by choice, I was reminded the real thing is always the best. A Rolling Stones tribute band was playing at 6am at a Love Ride a few years back, and even with an audience of 20,000 bikers-it was still too early in the morning to hear a simulated Mick and Keith play. Way too early. When in Cancun, an Eagles tribute band played-good musically, but some words don't translate well from Spanglish to English-and as much as we tried to hide the giggles, that is what I mostly remember.
Give me 90 minutes of jamming, or like in the south a juke joint. Start playing when the first guy arrives, and close down when the last guy leaves. The night being about the music-not the audience. We just get to visit and enjoy-these guys will play whether anyone shows up or not!
Lately when I think of a tribute band, I think of our Worship team at church. Is it possible that worship teams are really the original tribute bands? For in their music they play tribute to Jesus, for it is all about Him. I watch as John Wickham allows each musician to follow the spirit, and somehow when they all are worshipping God, the music is spirit filled. Music from the heart, the only way it should be played. Faithfully-no matter how large the crowd, for the audience is always just one person to them-Jesus. You see when you play to Him, the music has to sound better. The voices more angelic, and the drums rhythm tighter. Playing by faith allows them to be themselves, and watch as the talent God has given them is magnified in their worship. Trusting God while playing, and playing faithfully to Him. Maybe that is the key to faithfulness-love. Not worrying about performing for man, but being yourself in Christ. Truly a new creature, the old one never would pour all the energy and love into an audience of lesser beings. It takes faith, built on confidence in God, and trusting Him that no matter how bad you play, He still loves you. Again-why He tells us to come as children. Thinking back my boys banging on pots and pans was great music to me-they were playing it for me! Can we live for Christ the same way? Playing for Him?
There are no rules in faith. No missed chords, no tribute bands. The only tribute is when you keep your eyes on the Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ. He is the music in your life. So sing to Him today. Put Christian words into old songs, and while you sing to Him, He will minister to you. Watch as He does for you, like He did for Joseph, turning bad into good. So sing as if your life depends on it-for it does!
It is not the notes that turns a person into a musician, it is the song and how it is played. And it is not laws that make us a Christian, it is a daily walk with Jesus in the spirit. A lesson learned 40 years ago from a secular disc jockey, who never heard of Jesus. But understood what gives life to music. We know better-for we know the one who gives life. Jesus Christ-put Him in the first groove and let Him wail! A live album-and you are there to hear it!
Makes you think. I know how some of us sound. And God still loves it. Maybe nothing is too hard for the Lord!
love with compassion,
Mike
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