So, I know what you might be thinking. You’re thinking, it’s Easter Weekend…there’s probably gonna be some deep, profound thought on the Resurrection. And it’s probably going to be sober, emotional and/or compelling.
No, not really.
As a matter of fact, because I understand the Good News of Good Friday, it makes me pretty happy. I usually want to party…which is kind of what actually happened Friday night.
Well, let me back up and tell you how things got started…
I had been in a really interesting week. It started off with AWESOME news. Lighthouse Church of All Nations is FINALLY building our first building after 35 years in ministry! We had always been in someone else’s old, used church house and, most recently, an old bank building. This news was very welcomed and exciting.
Tuesday, I was then given more AWESOME news that my oldest son found a job! I was thrilled because I know how much it meant to him to help our household financially. He was told he would be working with a friend on the nightshift (carpool…more awesomeness), but for the first week of training, he was going to need a ride from me. That meant, I had to rearrange my schedule a bit to drop him off and pick him up. No problem…for the most part. It just meant I was going to be totally off my sleep schedule.
So, here’s where things start twisting a bit.
With my sleep pattern completely jacked up. I encountered some challenging clients that had me so hot under the collar, I had to cry to decompress (don’t worry, chicks do this every once in a while). Then my son runs into some challenges at work about which I am totally unqualified to console or commiserate with him. This makes me miss his dad really bad.
On Thursday night, Pastor Dan preached at a church near my house about the unexplainable yet undeniable power of God. He mentioned how there should be some things about your relationship with God and what He does in you and through you that should defy explanation, and when we try to make God understandable we fail to make Him authentic. (I’m gonna let you marinade in that bonus word for a minute.)
I was inspired. After three days straight of playing all Lady Antebellum 24/7 (which kept me in an easygoing cheerful place, despite my exhaustion and frustration), I felt the need to switch gears completely. I needed encouragement from the Lord. I needed to remember the tools of deliverance from my childhood. I needed to do old-school warfare. I needed some P-funk.
I realize that this may be stretching your faith but, you must know there was a time when I could not hear the Gospel from ‘church folk,’ or their music. So God, in His infinite wisdom, drew me to Him through the means at his disposal FOR ME.
When George Clinton says, “With the rhythm it takes to dance to what we have to live through, you can dance underwater and not get wet,” it brought to mind 1 Corinthians 10:13, “No temptation has overtaken you except such as is common to man; but God is faithful, who will not allow you to be tempted beyond what you are able, but with the temptation will also make the way of escape, that you may be able to bear it.” It also took me to the Hebrew boys that walked in the fire and didn’t get burned and one who spent the night with a hungry lion and got nothing but a good night’s sleep.
I heard, “here’s my chance to dance my way out of my constriction,” or “gonna be groovin’ up and down hang up alleyway,” and I remembered to praise my way out of all the junk that I was hung up on. I am encouraged that I can manage whatever is going on as long as I remain with the One Nation Under a Groove (or the Shadow of the Almighty…however you want to call it). And I would dance til I was completely spent, leaving all my struggles on the floor.
But, that’s just how God talks to ME. It’s the Unexplainable, Undeniable, Authentic, Resurrected, Living Savior on the inside of me, makin’ it do what it do.
SO, BACK TO GOOD FRIDAY…
I am in the aforementioned “mood,” when I hop on Facebook to discover my pastor-buddy-baby brother, Asanti Socrates, on an old school music tirade. Well, I can’t let him have all the fun! So we spend the night, trading YouTube clips of our favorite songs and turned Good Friday into a Facebook house party. I smiled and danced and laughed and sang along while friends and family joined the party. It was joyous and healing. Since God is so good at letting us in on the end at the beginning, I thought it quite fitting that we celebrated the resurrection by having a party to commemorate the crucifixion.
Should you happen to see me this weekend as we celebrate Jesus’ triumph, pay me no mind. You may see my head bopping to a different beat. Just know I’m celebrating the Good News on the ‘good foot’ coming down’ on the one,’ but I’m with you…I’m right there with you.