I feel like a crayon. Worn down to just a nub. Paper wrapper torn. However I find myself sitting content in God's big crayola box.
Easter 2009 was by far the largest weekend we've had at Woodmen. Over 11,000 people came through our doors over the course of two days, six services at two campuses. The services went great. The stages look good. All the art forms from dance to video to painting came off well. Spoken words, visuals, lights, and textures enhanced our theme of "Resurrection Road: The Path of a Burning Heart". Any director of worship arts should be proud...and I was. A dear friend stopped by the sound booth where it seemed I lived for those two days asking "how many months have you been choregraphing this service?" On the outside I smiled and thanked him for the kind words but on the inside I just wanted to cry. The creative process for this Easter was more difficult than in the past. Time seemed to be moving faster than any of us were aware of. Weren't our Christmas Eve services only yesterday? When had 2009 gotten so much steam that it rolled in like a freight train delivering Easter at our feet? Our team had been so focused on the "Amazed: Worship 24/7" series and all the creative elements needed for those weekends, we didn't...I didn't have the mental capacity to get everyone together in a formal brainstorming session and therefore the creative process became messy, stressful and draining. Tension mounted between team members, complaints came second/third hand and I just wanted the whole thing to be over.
Then the first service came. As I watched, listened and observed how people were responding to the whole experience, it was then the image of a crayon box came on my mental radar right there in the middle of "All the Way My Saviour Leads Me". A crayon box? You have got to be kidding me. But I saw it, the purple crayon, pointed tip worn down to a knub, torn wrapper sitting in the box and I knew what God was trying to show me. Despitely being humanly tired, questioning whether this Easter service going to make a difference in anyone's life and wondering if I was crazy to keep doing this, my loving Creator reminded me that REALLY we're all just a bunch of worn down crayons that He continues chooses to use and when He's done, the masterpiece has more color than anything we could have possibly imagined. It was obviously that while I was running around frantic, He had assigned different colors to each of us and He was having a ball coloring both inside and outside the lines of this Easter service. Details I was missing during the process now came together with bold, bright colors and together we all witnessed a masterpiece take shape that we, ourselves were a part of.
I love being the purple crayon.