There's a feeling I've had in certain services that I've never quite known how to name.It's not boredom, exactly. It's more like waiting. You're sitting in the service — or standing at the front — and somewhere in the back of your mind is the sense that the real thing...
I have been a worship leader for more than twenty years. And I still find it strange that the role has a name.Not that the name is wrong. It describes something real — the person at the front of the gathered congregation, choosing the songs, holding the microphone. But when...
I grew up in a tradition that was deeply uncomfortable with the body.Not in a Victorian way, exactly. Nobody was telling us bodies were shameful. It was more — quieter than that. The assumption was simply that real worship happened from the neck up. You engaged your mind. You controlled...