bringing back kumbaya


This last month I had the pleasure of meeting up with my fellow youth workers for a retreat to provide some connection, rest, inspiration, and fun before we jump into this next season of ministry. On of my dear friends and one of the most creative people I know in ministry, Lisa Holmlund, invited our group into an old skool liturgy she does with her students. At the very end of our retreat we all grouped up in a circle, arms on shoulders, swaying back and forth singing our gusts out to The Benediction by Timothy James Meaney. A flood of warm fuzzies overwhelmed me as we obnoxiously sang this song that communicated our heart for each other, was incredibly cheesy, and worked to remind me of a more simple time in life and ministry when things like this were the norm.

But why should us old youth workers be the only ones with these kind of memories and warm fuzzies? Maybe I 'm robbing our students of a significant point of connection and memory by always striving to be hip and relevant. Maybe what they need is a little old skool singing in a circle, celebrating our common unity and hope in Jesus, as we solidify this memory through contact and song.

So, I've decided to jump in with both feet. I am going to burn up what little political capital I have with my students and make them do this thing that is totally foreign to them, but I think, also needed. And for the whole year we are going to end our youth group every week joined together singing and laughing as we proclaim God's goodness and faithfulness for us and to us.

This year, instead of bringing sexy back, I am bringing back kumbaya.

My friends, may you grow in grace and in the knowledge of our Lord and Savior. My friends, may you grow in grace and in the knowledge of Jesus Christ.

To God be the glory, now and forever, now and forever Amen!

I pray tonight, if we learned from one another, may we glorify Him. And if the Lord should bring us back together, may we be in His arms 'til then.