Did you know this?  I didn’t know this!  In preparing for a study of 1 John, I was doing some word research to share with those in the study.  As I studied the word love, which is so prevalent in 1 John, I came to see that John specifically uses one word for love in almost the entire letter –  AGAPE.  Ok, maybe you did know that…but keep reading.

I’ve heard this word many times, received teaching on it, and have shared on it myself.  Agape is one of the Greek words for love in Scripture.  There are four different words in the Bible for our one word in English and they each have a different meaning.

  • Storge— think family love, or the love a pet. It’s a love anyone can feel and it’s comfortable and comforting.  C.S. Lewis described it as a soft blanket that wraps around you.
  • Philia or phileo—think friendship bond – community and care, at one level this can be a friendship born from shared experiences to that deep friendship you have with a friend you haven’t seen for years yet can pick up right where you left off.
  • Eros— sexual, romantic love,  which can be amazing but it’s also distorted at times, fluid at others, and is conditional.  It’s still a beautiful thing, but often not a lasting state in a relationship.
  • Agape—unconditional love – sacrificial, unbiased, limitless

One commentary pointed out something that I hadn’t realized before.  He stated that Jesus used the word agape in the New Testament but the word agape is not found in this form in the Old Testament. Not that the word didn’t exist, but that it hadn’t appeared in Scripture up to this point.  So I dove deeper and discovered that the word agape is first used in Scripture by Jesus as he spoke to his disciples.  Before this, there isn’t record of it.  Did Jesus introduce his disciples to a new way to understand this word for love?

John uses this new word often in his gospel along with the word phileo, while the other gospels don’t use it as much. For instance, Mark uses the word agape 4 times in his gospel but John uses it 27 times in his.  Why?  It made me wonder, did John call himself the one Jesus loved (agape) because he actually “got it”.  Did he realize the incredible love Jesus had for them, that Jesus loved unconditionally, sacrificially, and fully while others were still didn’t quite see it like he did?

Agape is directionless, holds no biases. All the other “loves” have a direction to them but agape is love open to all.  Agape is limitless, endless.  The more we love, the more it expands. Agape is condition-less and is fully experienced when we let go of conditions and limits.

John didn’t write his gospel until much later in life, in fact he wrote his letters around the same time as his gospel. As he reflected on the story of Jesus, he seems overwhelmed with the thought of how much Jesus loved him.  His identity isn’t John – apostle; it’s John – loved by Jesus.  His first letter is FULL of the use of the word agape.  He desperately wants the people to understand that Jesus’ love is what sets them apart.

As I got to thinking about this word and where we find it in the gospels, I was reminded of Jesus’ early morning conversation with Peter on a beach after the resurrection which is only recorded in John 21:15-17 .   As Jesus asked Peter, do you agape me – Peter answers, I phileo you.  This is often used against Peter but – think about it – agape is a such a big word.  Peter had totally messed up and he doesn’t comprehend that Jesus could have agape love for him but he knows phileo love (a deep bond love) and that’s what he uses.  (Keep in mind that Peter is the one that John Mark is writing for – and Mark uses agape only 4 times.  Therefore, my impression is that Peter doesn’t relay this word often in his sharing with John Mark because he stayed true to his walk at that time.)  It isn’t until he is filled with the Holy Spirit that Peter seems to fully understand the kind of love Jesus has for everyone.

As the conversation goes forward, Jesus closes with –  Peter, do you phileo me?  Jesus isn’t compromising, he’s speaking a word that Peter does understand.  His three questions offset the three denials, yet Jesus is also reminding Peter how to love.  Jesus is like that; he pushes us to new understandings yet he is willing to meet us where we are.

As John recounts the story, I think he shares the difference in the use of the words for love because it matters.  John hits this home in 1 John as he seeks to help his readers know that agape love is the element that sets Jesus apart, it’s the love that changes lives,  and it’s the love we are called to share as his followers.

Our love for others is our grateful response to the love God first demonstrated to us. 1 John 4:19 (TPT)

So, no, Jesus probably didn’t create a new word culturally, but he gave it a whole new intentional meaning that was meant to help us realize his deep love for us.  He was the embodiment of Agape, living among us.  His love is forgiving and open.  No conditions, no limits, no biases.  Just love.  And He loves me and He loves you like this!  This overwhelms me, humbles me, and challenges me to be more like Him.  What about you?

Jesus loves you with full Agape – how does knowing that affect you?

You are loved.


I can remember it like yesterday.  My husband had been let go from his job due to restructuring, I was just starting a master’s program while working full-time in ministry, my kids were barely teens and we were struggling to make ends meet.  The disappointment of saying no to drum lessons, the checking of the bank account and putting a few groceries back on the shelf, the hurt in my daughter’s face as I said no to a play date because I didn’t have the gas to get her there and still get to work the next day were very real.  The reality of humbly borrowing money to make the mortgage, trying to make the simple, inexpensive gifts seem more than they were.

Financial change is hard.  It’s amazing how many things in our world depend on money.  As I sat in my chair one August morning, I remember feeling overwhelmed.  We had gone from living comfortably to just keeping our heads above water in a matter of months.  I watched other families take their kids school shopping without thought, while I had to figure out how to explain that this year we would be shopping at the thrift store and making the shoes last a bit longer.  Don’t get me wrong, thrift store shopping can be fun, unless it’s the only place you can shop…that changes everything.

On that morning, God brought me to Matthew 6.

 “And why worry about your clothing? Look at the lilies of the field and how they grow. They don’t work or make their clothing, yet Solomon in all his glory was not dressed as beautifully as they are. And if God cares so wonderfully for wildflowers that are here today and thrown into the fire tomorrow, he will certainly care for you. Why do you have so little faith?  “So don’t worry about these things, saying, ‘What will we eat? What will we drink? What will we wear?’  These things dominate the thoughts of unbelievers, but your heavenly Father already knows all your needs. Seek the Kingdom of God above all else, and live righteously, and he will give you everything you need.

 “So don’t worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will bring its own worries.
Today’s trouble is enough for today.
Matthew 6:28-34

The questions were so real – what will we eat?  What will we drink?  What will we wear?  These were my actual worries.  How would I find the money for groceries that week?  My kids were growing and needed new shoes, where would the money come from?  God whispered to me through those verses, I know your needs.  I’ve got you and your family.  Seek me, let me show you how I can care for you.  The tears flowed as I let the truth of Jesus’ words sink into my heart.  It was a new level of trust for me in my walk with God.

I’d love to say my husband got a job the next day, but he didn’t.  He felt God calling him to start his own business which meant many more months of schooling and training before he would begin to make an income.  Yet, we sought to remain faithful.  It wasn’t easy but I can tell you God knew our needs.  Brand new boots in just my kids’ sizes showed up at my door, a check in the exact amount I needed to pay for a school bill came in the mail from a source we didn’t expect, a loan was forgiven, and I could go on and on.

I learned a lot through those years of pinching pennies and sacrifice.  Humility, understanding, budgeting, and how to take joy in small things.  Change brings new perspectives, and this was no exception.  I understand how easy it is to find yourself homeless, I know the feeling of returning bottles for groceries and standing in line at the food truck, asking for help to pay for a prescription.  May I never forget what that feels like as I walk with families that are walking that journey today.

A few months ago, my now grown son and I had an interesting conversation in the kitchen. Somehow the conversation came around to when he was younger and I said, “I’m sorry we weren’t able to give you more opportunities during those years.” I was feeling shame over all the things that we couldn’t give him.  He said this, “Mom, don’t feel that way.  You taught me that God provides.”  Wow, who knew? I sure didn’t.  It was a shame and hurt I had carried a long time and God reminded me in that moment that shame isn’t how he works – that was all me. That simple kitchen chat healed a long time hurt that I carried even though my son didn’t. Oh, how God provides!

Financial change can really challenge our trust in God’s provision. Maybe you’ve found yourself feeling forced to put your faith where your pocketbook is, and that’s often a hard place to give up control.  Yet, I encourage you to hold onto Matthew 6.  Jesus meant it when he said, the Father knows all you need.  Seek him first and he will give it to you.

God is faithful. He hears you. You are loved.

If you are in a time of financial change, are you remaining faithful in your tithing?  What kind of attitude do you bring to your day as you learn to live with less?

We tend to lean out rather than in when life gets hard.  I’ve watched people blame God or withhold from God during seasons of hardship and I’ve wanted to do the same. How about you?  Do you find it easier to blame God then trust him?  If you’re in a season of struggle, with whatever issue it is that you face, are you staying in the Word?

One of the most important things I learned from that season, is the power of God’s Word to speak into our lives and I found His Word to be trustworthy and true.  He has promises for you as well.  Lean in, ask, see what God will do.

I love trees. Oak, apple, willow, maple, elm, they all have a beauty that fills our world with texture, shade, and life.   There is something about the majesty of the tall trunks and branches everywhere that moves my heart.  The wind in the leaves, the snow on the branches, or the full bloom of apple blossoms all bring a sense of being and wonder at the world God created.  As I look at seasons, I can only think of trees.  Trees, in Michigan, change with seasons.  They reflect the world around them yet they continue to stand uniquely in their own spot whether in the bare branches of winter, the buds of spring, the full foliage of summer or the elaborate colors of fall.  Trees pull their life from the roots and ground, they spread their branches to the light and are covered in the rough bark that protects the life within.

In the fall, the wind pushes through the trees making branches sway and leaves fall.  The orange and red colors float to the ground as other leaves hold on tight not quite ready to let go.  Yet, even though the leaves will all eventually fall, the tree remains.  It’s trunk reaching upward while the branches stretch and tangle with others.  We know why trees sway but don’t fall easily – it’s their roots.  The unseen arms that reach down into the earth and create the foundation the tree stands on.  And even though the leaves die off, the trunk holds onto life for a future season of growth and green.

You can probably already feel the analogy here – we are so like trees with our seasons and need for strong roots.  We feel the bareness of winter and the full bloom of spring.  Our bark can show the signs of life and carry a few scars.  Yet, we stand reflecting the season we’re in as we look to the next one wondering how long it will last. Change is our wind. It makes us sway and loose leaves at times.  We sway with conflict or transitions, we let some relationships fall while others seem to hold tighter.  The key to sustaining life through seasons is our roots.  The unseen arms that reach deep within to the places where faith and trust dwell.  And even when it seems all our leaves have fallen, the roots give life to our core that promises a future of life, growth, and even smiles.

As temperatures drop, our world looks different, we feel like we’ve lost something, and yet we cling onto the leaves we have for as long as we can.  That’s change.   We’ve all experienced change and if you’ve lived life for any amount of time, you’ve learned one thing is certain, change will always come.  We can handle, even like, the change we see coming, mostly because we’re prepared for it.  It’s the unexpected change that often turns our worlds upside down. It’s a move from what you felt was ‘normal’ to something that’s, well, not.

In the summer of 2007, God gave me these simple words.

Love them.
Love them well.
Help them to love themselves.
Empower them to love others.

It’s the great commandment – yet it’s my call.  I’ve always felt driven to love well, and when it comes to kids/students – I feel driven to help them see the loveable selves God made them to be.  We all need help in this.  I found, as many do, that when we empower students/adults to love others – they in turn learn to love themselves and discover purpose and meaning.  It’s all tied together.

Yet, in each season of life and ministry, these simple mandates can become so hard.  In each season; seasons of change, burnout, growth, and firehose busyness, I’ve discovered that these words ring out loud and clear.  Jesus was pretty smart – actually genius right?

Take a breath and remember that although change can be harsh and unexpected it can also be beautiful.  Think of Spring and the beauty of new growth, think of Summer and sunsets. Whatever changes you’re going through, I can’t say everything will be fine, but I can say that God is good and He is at work.


A Woman In Red

Her image kept coming to mind.  A woman in red.  Red headscarf, red dress, a smile. That’s it, no defining face or figure, just an impression that she was waiting for us.  Over the months of preparation, her image continued to come as I prayed with the team for our upcoming trip.

We had been invited, in conjunction with World Missions and Zoe Waters, to lead a women’s conference in Fissel, Senegal.  Fissel is an hour and a half van ride from Mbour just outside of Dakkar.  Pastor Albert had invited us to come and lead the women in his community in their first ever women’s conference.

As day one of the conference opened before us, we prayed and wondered if anyone would come.  This isn’t a place with internet marketing or Facebook boosts.  Yet, as women arrived to the cement block church full of plastic chairs, the room began to fill.  Many had started walking at sunrise, in the heat, to be to the conference on time.  Women who never really have time to get together, women hungry for discipleship, women willing to stay the night on a cement church floor just to hear God’s truths.  As I looked at their faces, it was overwhelming.  Women with babies strapped on their backs, women sitting on wooden benches with no support (for hours), a couple younger women serving the older by walking around with a shared cup of water as the heat increased throughout the day.  Women who love Jesus, who wanted to know Jesus, and who want their children to know him.

While one of our ladies was teaching, I had the opportunity to just observe the women and pray as they listened.  Then, I saw her.  Esther.  My eyes grew wide as I realized she was dressed completely in red. No other woman had red on – just Esther.  She looked beautiful.  And, I knew her.

When we had arrived in Senegal a few days earlier, it was a Sunday morning.  As a team, we were able to attend a church in Mbour and connect with the pastor and his family.  His wife, Alice, and two other women from his church cared for us that first day through meal preparation, kindness, and prayer.  Esther was one of those women.  While we were together, we had learned Esther’s story.

As a follower of Jesus, Esther had paid a high price.  By choosing Jesus, her family had cut her off and her husband divorced her.  She was alone.  Yet, as I watched her across the room in her amazing red dress, I could see the peace and joy radiating from her face.  Later as I shared with her that I had been praying for her specifically for the past five months, we shed tears of amazement and wonder at how God works.

Just like the Esther of Scripture, she had left her family to be with the King and she continues to come to her King for reassurance and love.   Her faith comes from the deep places, one that says she knows hardship but chooses joy. Her life is hard, yet she smiles.

The theme of the conference was; You are loved.  It was our hope to encourage these women to know their incredible worth in Christ and his love.  As we closed the conference on the second day, we were able to tell each woman personally how loved they were as we placed a necklace around their necks that read, I am loved (in French).    Placing that necklace around Esther’s neck is a moment I’ll always remember.  A sister in Christ, on the other side of the world, she taught me so much about faith and sacrifice. 

Women walked miles to hear of Jesus, they applauded the words of Scripture, and they drank in the truths of forgiveness and grace.  As a part of World Missions, we were able to give each woman an audio Bible (Treasure), in their own language. The Treasures will allow them to experience the Word of God personally in a culture that is illiterate.  Children will be raised hearing Scripture.  Generations will shift because God’s Word is being heard and shared, discussed and believed.

I’m humbled to have been able to play a small part in it all and it has led to ask myself some hard questions as a Jesus follower, a parent, and a leader in ministry.  Maybe they’ll make you think as well?

  • What am I willing to do to hear the Word of God? Would I walk a mile?  Would I walk 30?  (one man walked 35 miles to come to our women’s conference – can you even imagine?)
  • How much do I take reading my Bible for granted? Is it a pearl of great price?
  • What am I willing to do to help my children connect to a Christian community and learn more of God?
  • Am I willing, here in my own city, to share Jesus? Not metaphorically, not to a group, not just though actions, but with a simple look-them-in-the-eye question that asks –Do you want to know Jesus?

Oh Jesus, may I never take for granted the wonder and access I have to Your Word.  May I realize the privilege it is to be able to read and share it.  May I never back down from showing my kids who you are and do whatever is necessary to point them to you.  And, most importantly, may I never hesitate to share your gift.


It’s Workcamp sign up season again and it has me thinking of all the incredible experiences I’ve had while serving.  One that really stands out is the summer of 2016 in Pennsylvania.    After an early morning of devotions, gathering supplies, and loading vans we drove off to discover our work for the week.  We knew we were serving an older woman in need of a new ramp on her home but when we arrived, we discovered that both entries had rotten porches and stairs so we’d need to demo the porches and rebuild adding a large ramp to the front deck. We had work to do.

When I first started youth ministry, our church had already begun attending Workcamp each summer. It’s a setting with the fun and spiritual elements of camp while each day is spent serving.  I love all kinds of camps for the different things they offer students, but for me there is something special about workcamp.   Students and adults are placed in teams that go into a community to serve those in need.   The blessings are two-fold: students have the opportunity to learn new skills and make a difference in a life while diving deeper into spiritual conversations, and someone that is need receives help in a way that improves their physical and spiritual situation.

On this particular Monday morning in July, we were in Gettysburg as our group of five high schoolers and two adults piled out of the van.  With our clean gloves, hammers and shovels, we lined up to meet our resident.  As we entered her home, the scene was a bit overwhelming.  A hospital bed in the living room, medical supplies strewn all over, and a slightly grumpy woman looking at us with wide eyes.  She was gravely ill, felt trapped in her home, and was overwhelmed by all the people in her house.

Seeing the need so clearly, we dove into the work.  Demo took a morning, it’s usually pretty quick, and by lunch we were ready make a plan and rebuild. Porches begin with post holes so we measured for the post holes and began to dig, and dig, and dig.  So. Many. Holes. (Seriously, so many!) Early in the process, our team learned the value of a level.

Levels are great tools.  When placed on a board, the nice little bubbles tell you if your board is level.  With a post, it tells you if the post is straight. If you’re in a hurry, it can be easy to skip the level and just look at the post and think that the wood is straight, when in reality it’s just a bit off.  A small bit off at the bottom creates a pretty slanted post by the top.

It’s important to take the time to use the tool that helps us find level.  As we placed the post in the hole, we’d attach the post level.  Once the bubbles were right, it was time for the cement.  As the cement filled the whole, we kept a close eye on the level making sure we kept it straight.  By being diligent with the posts, the whole porch was ready to be built.

Sometimes, in life or in ministry demo is easy, too easy. The next new program, a new idea, a new process and it’s out with the old and in with new. But when it comes to rebuilding, it’s critical to remember the level.  Whenever it’s time for something new, our level – the Word of God – reminds us to keep ourselves on his path.  If we veer off, just a little, down the road the chasm will be wide.  New change takes work.  Lots. Of. Work.  Yet, if we remain level, the work will smooth out and the curves made straight.

The valleys will be filled, and the mountains and hills made level.
The curves will be straightened, and the rough places made smooth.
Luke 3:5

During our week in Pennsylvania, the older woman we were serving was hospitalized.  We arrived on Thursday to discover she had passed away in the night.  As we looked at our work, the new wood, the level posts, the almost finished ramp she would never use, the students began to wonder if what we had done mattered.  It was a God moment, a time to step back and see what God had orchestrated.

During the week, the older couple next door took care of us, especially Mabel.  She checked on us, gave us water, let us use their restroom, and even stored our tools in their shed.  This opened the opportunity to share why we were there and our hope in Jesus.  Upon hearing of her friend’s death, the relationship we had built allowed us to pray with Mabel and share in her tears.  A valley filled.

Mabel shared with us that our resident had a daughter with a handicapped child and was in need of a home where her wheelchair could navigate entry.  Our resident’s daughter would inherit the home.   A hill made level and a rough place made smooth.  As we left on Friday afternoon, the new beautiful ramp complete, Mabel told us we had helped renew her faith in God and teenagers.  I’ll never forget that week and the lessons learned there.

I’m reminded that sometimes change is for those we didn’t expect or haven’t even met yet – thus the need for level, solid work.

If you are contemplating change, check your level many times and then check it again. When we maintain our course with his Word, we’re able to navigate the mountains in such a way that they feel level and rough places smooth.


Have you ever had those moments when it’s like God hits you in the head and dots that were seemingly disconnected all line up?  For me it came through a class, a funeral, and a few simple words at a conference and it all surrounded music.

I’m a silence girl.  I am perfectly happy to drive, work, and do chores surrounded my quiet.  Maybe that says something about how much I’m in my head, but I like silence.  It’s not distracting, allows me to think, and helps me hear.  Maybe it’s also because music is important to me, I feel things before I think them.  When music’s on, I have to listen.  It actually distracts me if it’s in the background during a talk or if I’m studying.  Music can bring me to tears, cause a smile, make me dance, or fill me to overflowing.  For others; music is foundational.  My husband listens to music all the time, it’s always on, always shuffling. Even as I write this, my husband has his music going as he works. Yet, he only sings once a week – on Sunday mornings.

At the church I serve, we get feedback, almost constantly, about music. It is easily the biggest feedback we receive both positive and negative.  Why?  I’m sure there’s lots of reasons but I think it’s mostly because music is personal.

There are so many genres, sub-genres, and opinions about music.  I’m amazed by the eclectic playlists I see today.  Kansas, Queen, and Journey are played right alongside Beyoncé and Jesus Culture.  There are multiple playlists for different kinds of days, moments, and people.  Music moves us, revives us, and touches our hearts.  It can be so full of fun and also bring tears.  In student ministry, we’ve used music to set the tone on mission trips, instill energy at a retreat, and create space for worship.

Recently, I was teaching a class about women in the middle ages.  In the 12th century, there was a nun named Hildegard van Bingen.  I’m sure you’ve never heard of her, but she wrote over 70 songs so that people could experience a new form of worship.  She’s actually on YouTube and Spotify.  You can listen of a few of her songs here: Listen Here   She believed music helped people worship, you can feel a sense of holiness as you listen.

In the 15th century, a man named Martin Luther nailed his thesis to a church door and changed church history but you may not know that he also introduced congregational singing.  He believed that it was through music that people would learn theology as music made its way to their hearts.  He knew that by singing the songs, people would not only share in worship but would learn the tenets of faith.

In the 1700s, Charles Wesley continued this thought as he penned more than 6,000 songs to help the masses learn Scripture and its teaching.  You most likely sang one of his songs at Christmas time – Hark the Herald Angels Sing.

The point behind all this was that their audiences were mostly illiterate.  As a whole, the masses couldn’t read.  In Hildegard’s time, only the wealthy could read – even women within the aristocracy were illiterate for the most part.  For Luther, he knew that along with illiteracy, the masses didn’t have a Bible of their own to read but they could sing Scripture.  For Wesley, it was using melodies many knew to help them know the God they did not.  They each used this medium to spread the gospel in a new way for their time.  They knew music helped faith become personal.

At the funeral for my uncle last month, we sang hymns in a packed out sanctuary. No lights, no band, no reverb.  The familiar lines of hymns I sang as a child and teen, words of Scripture, felt like home. The voices were so loud, praising God in the grief of loss yet also the hope that knowing Jesus brings. And as we sang, I watched as those who built this legacy of faith raised their 80 year old hands in praise – such holy moment of worship. As we sang How Great Thou Art, originally written in 1885, tears came. Hymns so rich in language and theology, wonderfully familiar and still so true today. ( listen to Carrie Underwood’s rendition)

When Christ shall come with shout of acclamation
And take me home, what joy shall fill my heart!
Then I shall bow in humble adoration,
And there proclaim, my God, how great Thou art!  

The music of the 12th century may not be your jam, but it created an avenue for people to learn of Jesus and believe in him.  The hymns of Charles Wesley may not be on your playlist but they gave those who couldn’t read the Bible a way to know God and share him.  Hillsong United might not be familiar (check this 0ut: What a Beautiful Name ), but for many they help articulate hearts in worship.  I’ve been a part of the church since, well, since I was teeny tiny.  I’ve been blessed by hymns, choruses, litanies, and all out rock and roll songs about Jesus.  For me, all have value.  It’s through music that our little ones learn their A,B,Cs…and that Jesus loves them.  It’s through music that students express themselves.   Thank the Lord that there are so many ways to worship, so many different opportunities to share his word.

Today almost everyone has the opportunity to learn how to read and the Bible is available across the globe.  Yet so many are biblically illiterate and need to learn of Jesus through music.  Music is one of those things that crosses language barriers and cultures. Recently at a campference, the worship leader reminded us that worship through music helps us invite Jesus into our space and focuses us.  As she said this, I was reminded of Hildegard as she brought the sweet sound of the choir. Of Luther and Wesley and their desire to share the good news of Jesus. Of my extended family and friends that came together to celebrate life through remembering the wonder of God.  Dots connected.

When God connected the dots of my past month or so through music, I realized how blessed I am to be able to enjoy so many kinds of music that point to Jesus.  The holy sounds of a 12th century choir, the hymns that grounded my faith, and the loud expressive songs of worship at the campference all filled my heart in unique and needed ways.  Jesus meet me in every one.

In our current culture, music shifts much more quickly through what’s ‘in’ and ‘out’.  In the church world, I hear the words ‘that’s too old’, or ‘it’s not fresh anymore’ when referring to certain songs.  I’m sure Luther and Hildegard’s music went through the same transition.  The eclectic playlists we listen to have become a part of our worship.

Why write all this?

Because although I do love the quiet, I’m incredibly grateful for music.
Because when I read the feedback on music, I’m reminded how personally we take musical choices.
Because, I recently heard a conversation about a song becoming irrelevant and thought – can a song of the truth of Christ ever be irrelevant?  Old, sure.  Irrelevant, never.
Because as God connected the music dots for me, he reminded me how blessed I am to be a part of so many gatherings where worship is celebrated in different ways.

And, because maybe, when you’re at a gathering where worship music is played that isn’t your taste (music is personal – I know), you’ll remember that the song was written to help someone find Jesus.

May we celebrate the differences in music that allow others learn of faith and truth. And…if you want a new music experience, grab a cup of coffee and play Hildegard’s music.  You might be surprised at how 12th century worship affects your heart.