Days ago a friend shared a video with me and it has been dancing in my mind ever since. It is a ‘story’ of possibilities, born from a time of tragedy, fear and isolation.
May it be so …
“Sometimes you got to get sick before you start feeling better”
Other than not being able to hug our daughters, the greatest loss I have felt during this time of self isolation is corporate worship. I miss the unity, the feeling of being part of something bigger, something shared.
I have to say it has caused a longing to be with the church like nothing and never before. Truly my soul aches to raise my voice, along with other redeemed sinners, to the
God who created me for this purpose … to worship him.
This ache reminds me of the story behind the worship song Heart of Worship. Matt Redman tells of his pastor’s concern for what worship had become … the style, the volume, the worship leader, the songs.
“People were becoming consumers, instead of bringing an offering (to worship).” Matt Redman
The pastor introduced a worship service that was different … no sound system, no instruments, no plan … just come, with your Bible and whatever you can offer to God.
Out of that season in his church Redman wrote the lyrics to the Heart of Worship.
The other day I read a blog post that had me nodding in agreement with my own experiences of attempts to worship, corporately, from home, while attending the worship service online.
“There are barriers to singing corporately over the internet. Maybe that tells us something important. … Right alongside the invitation to innovate (in a season of quarantine) is an invitation to ache – to let absence rekindle a holy fondness in our hearts for the things we’ve taken for granted.”
It is an ache … this holy longing to raise our voices together, physically. Perhaps it is an ache that we have needed to feel … a longing for what might have been missing even before self isolation in this time of Covid 19 … a longing for that which, perhaps for far too long, we have taken for granted … the gift of worshipping our God together, in community.
I find myself longing for that first day that we can, once again, raise, not just our voices, but our hearts as well in worship … to share our unity of purpose.
It makes me think of the chorus of the song, When We All Get to Heaven, written well over a hundred years ago, by Eliza Hewitt :
“When we all get to heaven, what a day of rejoicing that will be! When we all see Jesus we’ll sing and shout the victory.”
If I might be so bold as to re-write those words, for that first corporate worship experience that I (and others) are dreaming of :
When we all get back together what a day of rejoicing that will be! When we’re reunited with followers of Jesus we’ll get a glimpse of eternity.”
I bolt up the stairs, leftover salad from dinner the previous night in one hand, a container of yogurt in the other.
When I got to the top I started heading right, to my office, then, last minute I turn left, into my bedroom.
I need a break … away from work.
I take my seat in a chair by the window and immediately begin two things simultaneously, shovelling food into my mouth, and praying.
I have twenty minutes until my next online conference with a student and I am feeling a mixture of excitement and … fear.
We are at the end of week three of online education, and this student has managed to avoid having a conference with me.
This student is struggling … probably more than they know, themselves. I (and SO many other high school staff), have been knocking our heads together, knocking on the doors of heaven for help, a lifeline, anything that might indicate that this student is hearing us … hearing that our hearts are sincerely invested in them, their future.
So I pray and shovel, shovel and pray … all the while checking my school emails and messages.
… ah good, a message from that one who had gone MIA (missing in action) this week … they are doing okay … head above water
… a message about the one who needed math help (and is getting it, hallelujah)
… I better check on the math quiz of the other student … 7/9 … there is a god!
… I need to message my team and that teacher who had invested so much into the one I’m about to meet with … they would want to know I got a meeting … they would want to pray.
Wait, only five minutes left … shovel, pray.
… how did that student do on the online math midterm … he works so hard.
The meeting was scheduled for 12:10pm. As I sat at my desk, conference opened, I looked at the time (again) … 12:21 … I pray, feel my heart beating hard, fast … the beats like hard jabs in my chest, making my breath heavy, labored. I feel them … the tears that I am forcing away, as I try to maintain hope that the student will attend.
12:24 … maybe they forgot … that is what they will say happened … or they couldn’t find the conference … or …
12:28 … I hear a “hello” … the student arrived. The fact that they are eighteen minutes late immediately forgotten.
Online school is not for everyone. It is intimidating for some, outright fear-inducing for others. Not all teens, students are completely comfortable with technology. It is a predominantly self-driven method of learning … yet, there are so many students learn best with direction, physicality, relationship.
This glimpse into a small part of my day, as an Educational Assistant, may focus too much on … me. But, what I described is happening in the days of many EAs and teachers … I am not unique or alone.
What I really desire the focus to be on those students, who are struggling with the change to online schooling (those students who were struggling before, in a brick and mortar place of education.
I long for the focus to be directed to these students. The ones who don’t like staring into a screen, the ones who are struggling to understand what is expected (not just the assignments, but how to start, how to submit them), the ones who are lonely, sad, or who are so overwhelmed by this change from school in a building, with their friends, to sitting in their bedroom alone, staring at a screen, that they are frozen, immovable to action.
They are capable learners, they are simply more capable with someone at their side, providing the scaffolding of the so called simple things … taking note of due dates, asking for assistance, reminders, encouragement … relationship.
“Love is at the root at everything, all learning, all relationships, love or the lack of it.” Fred Rogers