Not a Camouflaged Soul

Author: Jon Wellman

  • Some Insight

    Someone asked me the other day what being a worship pastor meant to me. I’ve been thinking more and more about the question ever since.

    As I was getting ready to sing a song Sunday morning, it dawned on me what I should have said. The song was “Praise You In the Storm” by Casting Crowns. I was thinking through the words. I thought of the storms that I have weathered in my life by the grace of God. I thought about the fact that God does not promise the Christian a life of ease, but promises to be faithful to complete the good work within us. I prayed that I would be able to convey even a portion of these truths to my church.

    Then it hit me. That is the essence of my calling. To show the people I serve the message behind the song. To open my heart to the leading of the Holy Spirit, and then show my heart to my congregation. That is what being a worship pastor means to me.

  • What I Have

    I was just thinking last night. I have a warm bed to sleep in. A beautiful wife and friend lying beside me. A handsome son and beautiful daughter in the next room. A roof over my head. Two vehicles. Food in the fridge. Heat coming from the vents. A tv in practically every room. A phone and laptop to connect to the entire world. A ministry and occupation that fit me like a glove. Money in the bank. Good health. Few worries.

    All of that absolutely pales in comparison in every way to the sacrifice Christ made on the cross of Calvary. When I accepted Christ at 5 years old, that was THE best thing that ever happened to me and ever will on this earth. My home is in heaven, and it is now one day closer to being my home than it was yesterday, to God be the glory!

    No matter how good things are, without Christ they are worthless. It’s not what you have while you’re here: it’s where you’re going. You can’t take it with you, and you can’t stay.

  • Woodstock part 2

    I thought I would take a minute to reflect on this year’s Men’s Conference in Woodstock. Over 6,000 guys gathered for what was to be a meeting only God could have orchestrated. Lives were changed. Men were saved. Families were reborn.

    There is no reason those things couldn’t happen all the time in churches everywhere. That is, if we allow them to happen. Too many churches have a time-honored tradition of complacency. Too many churches are steadfastly standing still. No one repents because their sin is no one else’s business. Altars stay empty. Church members count on their pastors to bring people into the church to be saved: no chance they could be saved on their doorstep or in the living room during a visit from a friend. Gossip and backbiting are excused or ignored.

    Why does it take a grand spectacle for God to work? Is he more powerful in a church with 15,000 members? Can lives be radically transformed in a church with 1,000 or 100 members? I submit they can. If we let go and let God work. If we stand firm and expect the Holy Spirit to do what He promised He would do.