Introductions

I have the distinction of being the first full-time pastor for worship and music at two large churches. Both were overdue for this position—Berean because of its quick growth in less than 25 years; College Church because of its long history of outstanding music ministry.

A friend of mine in another region of the country was courted for the College Church position. It seemed a perfect match on all sides. But when it came down to standing as the candidate, George felt it was not right to do so. He demurred, and he passed along my name.

The search committee already had a lead on a guy in the Chicago area. Who just happened to be in a study cohort with me. Both he and the search committee felt that this was not going to be a good match. As Dave left the process, he suggested that they get in touch with me.

Now the search committee was curious. How was it that two  people, who did not know each other, and lived in different regions of the country, with no prior contact with College Church, would recommend the same unknown person from yet a third region?

Every position I have held since college, has come to me through—because of—someone I know recommending me. My first full-time job, my post-grad school “day job,” was offered to me by the guy who sang next to me in the church choir. Henri was also the music committee chair, and arranged for me to work part-time as the assistant to our minister of music. A friend in an influential publishing company recommended me to Berean. Two friends who would have been quite happy (and successful) at College Church, recommended me instead. This trajectory continues right to the present, with my academic work. But that ‘s a story for another time.

“It’s not what you know, it’s who you know.” That rankles, doesn’t it? There are many who could have done better than I, wherever I have been. I haven’t deserved the positions I’ve had. When I pursued something “on my own,” it was a near disaster. The lesson for me has been to be faithful to what God has given me to do; do the work of networking and job hunting when necessary; and then just be surprised at what God is going to do anyway.

Your results may vary. But this is my story, and it is a story of grace.

Thirty years ago this month, I became a pastoral musician. I’m still trying to sort out all that means, and I’m still eager to fulfill that vocation, in whatever form it takes.

Road Hazard

To this day, I suspect that Berean’s search committee had resumes from two Charles Kings (it is, after all, a pretty common name) and that they pulled the wrong one when making the call. Mistake or no, there I was, and I hope Berean will agree God gave us eleven good years together!

During a time of restlessness, nine years into my tenure in Burnsville, I scanned music ministry job postings. We ended up going to interview with a church in North Carolina. It was a botched weekend, on the church’s side: they had not been clear about the expectations, and it seemed they were eager to move much faster than we were, or than we thought they were. There were other issues that concerned Karen. We returned to Minnesota, disagreeing pretty strongly about whether to take the next step, which seemed to be tantamount to agreeing to go.

We were approaching our 20^th wedding anniversary, and a decade in ministry, and had the most difficult, most terrifying season of life together. Finally, even my thick head could see that even if I didn’t see the danger Karen saw, she has a better danger radar than I do; she is smarter than I am; and that this move might just undo us. Call it feminine intuition. I call it the Holy Spirit. She was right. And when I gave that church my final “no,” we stepped back and assessed the situation.

Karen, being Karen, thought she was wrong to be so obstinate. I believed she had to be in order for me to pay attention to her keener spiritual sense. She promised never again to say “no” to a job I was interested in. I asked her to say “no” as often as she needed to to keep me from being stupid.

Two years later (during which time I was not looking for other positions!) I was candidating for the worship and music position at College Church in Wheaton. True to her word, Karen never said “no.” I had finally learned enough (if no more) to ask, include, and press her input at every step. When we were asked to come to College Church, it was for both of us an exciting step to take. Not easy, mind you . . . leaving people you love, and a home in which you are happy, is never easy. But it was exciting.

Thirty years ago this month, I became a pastoral musician. I’m still trying to sort out all that means, and I’m still eager to fulfill that vocation, in whatever form it takes.

Back stories

I had a conversion experience as a high school student. The respect I had for the church and the Bible, and the belief that prayer was an actual encounter with God, became living realities when I understood that the one thing that kept me from actually knowing God was my sin . . . and that God himself had removed that barrier, through the gracious work of Jesus Christ on the cross. This happened in a context other than my home church, and over time I began to attend this other church, where among other things I was singing in the youth choir. One Sunday morning, this rather informal church sang “Holy, Holy, Holy”—a hymn I have loved since my childhood. And as we sang it hit me: This is what I have missed in the services here.

It is that combination of a vibrant, personal expression of faith and devotion, along with the humble reach toward the transcendent, that I have tried to foster in my work as a pastoral musician. That is what Karen and I experienced in the Village Church. It is where I think we got to at Berean Baptist. It is the balance College Church has always worked so carefully to maintain.

I never considered a vocation in church music. As a Christian believer, I assumed I would be involved in a church. As a musician, I assumed I would help make music in a church. I assumed my day job would develop into my career. When I got part-time work on a church music staff, it was just a (delightful) second job.

It looked like my six-year music education had equipped me for a healthy avocation in music. As I approached my 30^th birthday, I left the church staff position to complete a MEd degree to gain credentials toward a career in higher ed administration. Then I got  a call from my friend John.

John Wilson was chief editor at Hope Publishing Company. He asked if he could submit my name for a church position in a suburb of Minneapolis. Why not? These things seemed not to work out, and I was content with my re-oriented “plans.” Almost on a lark, I entered the process that landed me in Burnsville. I celebrated my 30^th birthday in the fall that year. It was a Sunday. I led worship and directed the Berean choir. It was a gift to wake up to my new calling.

Thirty years ago this week, I became a pastoral musician. I’m still trying to sort out all that means, and I’m still eager to fulfill that vocation, in whatever form it takes.

It began in 1985

Thirty years ago this week, I became a full-time pastoral musician. That’s what I call it now. Back then we called it “minister of music” or in my case, “pastor for worship and music.” At Berean Baptist Church in Burnsville, Minnesota—those daring people who risked hiring me as their first full-time music pastor—Minister of Music would have been too “mainline.” For my own part, I was attracted to the title’s order: worship, then music.

I thought I knew a thing or two about worship. I had made a rather diligent study of the new literature on the subject, through the previous five years. In our home church, the Village Church of Western Springs (Western Springs Baptist), Karen and I had deeply appreciated the attention given to the details of the weekly gathering, and the excellent approach to music—congregational, choral, and instrumental. We had the privilege of being part of that; and I had the privilege of helping out on the music staff. Along with my friend and mentor, John F. Wilson, I had the opportunity to teach the occasional class on worship matters, and to help plan services. I thought I knew a thing or two about worship.

It wasn’t long before I realized how little I did know. About worship. About managing choir rehearsals week-to-week over 40+ weeks per year. About running a program, working with volunteers, about being a pastor to musicians and others. Those Bereans really took a risk. I hope they felt that it was worth it. For me, at least, it was grace.

Over time I came to see how being a church musician is a pastoral calling. I found my way to biblical and theological principles that guided my work. I failed, despaired, tried to give up. I thrived, grew, and came to think this was the best gig ever. (Some days included all of the previous two sentences!) Others identified and named gifts that I did not realize I had or was exercising, while “just doing my job.”

For 27 years this was my life. First at Berean, then at College Church in Wheaton. For nearly three years now I have been exploring and pursuing how that vocation is meant to be lived out faithfully in the coming years. Because, even while stepping away from this work in a full-time capacity, I still understand my core vocation to be service to the church in her worship life.

Thirty years ago this week, I became a pastoral musician. I’m still trying to sort out all that means, and I’m still eager to fulfill that vocation, in whatever form it takes.

Worship Reshaping Desire

It was published only six years ago, but still I am late to the discussion of James K. A. Smith, Desiringthe Kingdom: Worship, Worldview, and Cultural Formation. I started the book with eagerness a year or so ago, but only just now read it as part of the syllabus for a seminar I am in this summer. Nothing like a firm deadline, externally imposed, to focus my reading!

I wish I had read it when it came out. It may not have made a difference in the direction my vocation has taken, but it would have helped me be more articulate as I tried to express my values for gathered worship in the life of the church. Still, I really do believe that the Spirit directs even the timing of the things I read, and I am almost certainly more ready now to track Smith’s thesis.

Desiring the Kingdom was written primarily for students and faculty in Christian higher education. Given that, it is surprising that the shortest chapter, and the least “instructive” (in a way) is the last one, “A Christian University is for Lovers: The Education of Desire.” The discussion yesterday in a seminar of new faculty at Trinity International University agreed that—my words here—there wasn’t the expected payoff for the long set-up to that chapter.

On the other hand, I found this to be a compelling cultural analysis with many implications for (and explications of) gathered worship. I am adding this to all my required reading lists regarding worship.

Because I will fall short of a good précis of Smith’s work, I am only going to try to summarize the implications for how I think about worship. I may misunderstand, I may misrepresent Smith’s argument. If you take issue, take issue with me . . . or better yet, read Desiring the Kingdom and think it through.

1. Smith argues that before we are thinkers or believers, we are lovers. Before we think or believe, we desire. He does not deny the value, the importance, of belief and thought; he adds desire to them—as prior among the three.

a. Thus, when we educate (in any form) with the aim of shaping Christians, we will fall short if we address understanding and faith without addressing the fundamental desire(s) that we build our lives around.

b. And, if I want to know what I really believe, I should examine my desires.

2. Desire, by the way, is short-hand for the vision of the best life, for ideal human flourishing. For the Christian, that is meant to be the kingdom of God.

3. Our desire, our ideal of human flourishing, is being shaped by what Smith calls “cultural liturgies”—activities and ways of engaging the world, which shape our desires. He offers three examples; I will mention only one: the mall (shorthand for consumer culture). Read yourself for the specifics. Here I simply record some of my observations:

a. Smith describes how desire is shaped by consumer liturgies.

b. It seems to me that what the “church growth movement” [is that still a thing?] does/did (as well as many a church who would not self-describe as “seeker sensitive”) is to say, “hey, that works, let’s do that!”

c. What Smith says is, “Let’s see what desire is being promoted by the mall. Why is the church not addressing a desire for God’s kingdom, and training God’s people for that?” In other words, shouldn’t the church (and, to Smith’s focus, Christian higher education) be re-shaping young peoples’ idea of human flourishing?

4. This is what worship can do, what it is meant to do, and what we must be careful to allow it to do. “Liturgy” does not necessarily mean the forms of worship associated with historical denominations. All Christian traditions have a form of worship, and Smith neatly describes the key components that are generally, in varying ways, part of such disparate expressions as (for example) Anglican, Reformed, and Charismatic churches.

a.  When we tinker with the structure and core content of worship, or change it up at will, we lose the shaping power of liturgy.

b. If we fail to offer an alternative vision of “the Kingdom,” we will (we do) lose people, even those who can articulate orthodox belief.

c. Is this why young people are leaving the evangelical church? (a) Leaving the church altogether because they see no difference in the end offered? (b) Leaving for historical liturgies because there their desires for the Kingdom are consistently fostered?

Well, I only finished reading this a week ago. I am still in process with it. I need to go over my marks and notes, and engage more conversation with it. I am eager to have it read in and for classes, so I can learn from students’ interactions with it.