Just when I think I’m getting over myself, I get hit with something else. I’m reading in Leviticus and saw today that it was a stipulation for Priests serving in the Temple to retire by age fifty. What, that’s ridiculous! My inner response was incredulous, but deep down, it was fearful of God asking that of me. Do you want me to “retire”, to not lead anymore, to not play or worship?
Understand, if God ever asks that of me, I would totally know why. I’ve been a mess and remain a mess.
In that moment of fear, I felt His hand on me, “no son, not yet.”
I don’t know about you. But, if I’m eighty and can still play and dance and sing, that’s what I want to be doing. I want people to see me on stage and know that my love for God went beyond looking cool, being a star, trying to get the girls. And yes, all you worship leaders out there, we’ve all had some mixture of those motivations over the years, secret’s out. When all that is laid aside, when those dreams and desires are gone and burned up, I want people to see that I, at the core of my being, was completely, certifiably, irreversibly insane for my Jesus. I want them to know that His sacrifice is what I live for, His mission is my calling, His love is what I share.
I’m fifty-one. And just getting started!