worship leading dyslexia

Hello! I am blogging again. My awesome girlfriend, Lauren, suggested I start back up again, so I am going to try and see what happens. She reminded me that not every post has to be earth-shattering, or even spiritual in nature, and I appreciated that, because it means I don’t have to shoot for the moon every time I write. So I am going to write about whatever I feel like, and I hope that you read it because you’re my friend and I want to share these things with you, not because I want attention. (If you dislike run-on sentences, I may have lost you by now.)

Anyway, let’s start out this post by posting a picture of Lauren, just in case you haven’t seen her yet. (I don’t think I’ve mentioned her on the blog yet!) Before I post this picture, a disclaimer: please alert someone near you to make sure you don’t pass out after seeing the picture. She is really beautiful!

Are you still there? Good! Now, back to the topic at hand: worship leading dyslexia. I find that I have a mild, non-clinical problem with being dyslexic many times in life; however, the highest incidents of dyslexia per capita occurs when I lead worship. Since I’ve been at Crestview, I’ve been famous for saying things like:

• “We’re glad you came to worship us today.”
• “O death, where is your sting? O church, where is your victory?” (It is supposed to be hell instead of church.)
• “We are able to worship God freely and without confidence” instead of “consequence”
• “Turn to your neighbor and wish them a Sunday morning.”
• “Greet one another with a holy kiss.” (Just kidding, I meant to jokingly say that.)

Now I can add another saying to the list. On Sunday we did a special called “Remembrance” while the communion trays were passed. During sound check, one of the ladies at church told me I needed to enunciate the words to the bridge so it did not sound like I switched them around. I did great for the morning services, but when the evening service came, I saw her sitting in the seats and her words immediately came to mind. All I could think was, “Don’t mess up!” But of course, I did.

What was supposed to be sung = “Dying you destroyed our death, rising you restored our life.”

What I sung = “Dying you restored our death, rising you restored our life.”

Then I did the same thing on the repeat. Yikes!

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