Friday, August 7, 2009

Cog in a Wheel ...


Sometimes I ponder the vastness of space and how seemingly infinite the Universe could be.  And then it occurs to me that a single atom though very very small may be a mirror image of minute particles lost in a comparative vastness of space.  Where does this leave me?  I am composed of trillions of atoms yet my entire structure is an infinitely small particle in the vastness of my Universe, given my size then, does anything I do or say have an effect?

I sometimes look at it from the perspective of a grain of sand, in a brick, somewhere in the structure of the great Pyramids of Egypt.  We all recognize that any single grain of sand could easily be replaced and no-one would notice when looking at the grand scheme of things.  I am sure the wind itself moves many grains of sand all the time, with little care or concern on our part.  But even so, if we eliminated all grains of sand, our brick would no longer exist, and if this pattern continued, we would note the total decay of the structure – it would exist no more.  Though the Pyramid is huge, it depends on the function of the tiniest grain of sand to exist.

Then I consider impacts on my faith.  A nothing boy with an interest in southern spiritual music; he comes from a nothing town in Indiana.  No one knows his name except a girlfriend with a small gift for prose and an ability to return his affections.  They begin a life together, raise a family, and stay true to their system of beliefs.  Two small grains of sand blown by the same winds of fate that affect us all.  So how do they impact my faith?  His interest and her talent join, and spiritual music begins to evolve from 19th century hymns into ‘popular’ tunes that begin to gain in notoriety.  A new trend in gospel music is born.  Together with sixties folk artists who turn their lives over to Christ, ‘modern’ Christian music emerges.  An album entitled Alleluia is completed and for the first time ever sells more than a million copies.  Christian record companies are launched and a whole cadre of artists begin to emerge.  Now today, names like Michael W. Smith, Amy Grant, and Switchfoot become known far and wide – owing their ability to do so, to a nothing boy from Indiana – who lives and becomes Bill Gaither.

But Bill and Gloria influence more than just an entire system of music, a nothing boy born in LA and raised in Kentucky, grows up.  Nobody knows his name, except a few close friends, and a family he belongs to.  He writes music too, inspired by what he has heard, and what he enjoys.  He raises a family, and tries to stay true to his system of beliefs.  It is not the same stellar success story that results in the creation of a new form of music.  It is more of an everyday story of one man’s influence on a small number of people.  His family, those he works with, those he teaches in church, those he hangs out with – a small number of people – blown about by the winds of fate that affect us all.  But his faith is impacted, and enriched, and made better, more complete by two people he has never even met.  The impact of Bill and Gloria becomes personal in the life of a single person.  It is not just the ‘mass’ of people who respond favorably to what they hear and buy more CD’s as a result.  It is the single individual whose faith is enriched, and who in turn tries to share that faith with others.  That you are reading this blog is in part due to the faithfulness of a young couple from Indiana.

I think we spend our lives sometimes wondering if the example we try to set, and the faith we try to live by will ever reach a thirsty world.  Life as a grain of sand, seems hardly consequential after all.  But sometimes the unseen is greater than what is visible.  Till now of course, that couple from Indiana has NO idea they affected my faith.  They do not know my name.  They have not heard me play the music I have written for the Lord.  Nor have they been to my church when I played a video of their music.  They have not heard our congregation sing one of their songs.  They don’t read my blog, or even know the people in my sphere of influence even exist, and they probably never will.  Their impact on me will go unnoticed by them.  But it is SO real none-the-less.  One grain of sand, influencing another, and another, and before you know it – an entire structure exists.

We don’t need to become Joel Osteen, Ellen White, or Billy Graham to make a difference in our world.  It is OK to be simply a cog in the wheel.  It is OK and important to teach that class every week, or perhaps run the sound system, pick up the offering, or maybe just sit in the pew.  A real conversation with a hurting co-worker about where you turn for comfort might be of more value to that person, than all the sermons ever preached from the dawn of time till now.  The genuine acceptance of those people steeped in sin, and the love shown to them, in spite of their condition will do more to exemplify Christ than any words or music will ever say.

Our heroes all have flaws.  The couple whose music changed our world forever, and so personally impacted my life struggle everyday with sin, temptation, the inclination to choose evil, and the pressures of the world.  Our heroes of faith are not ever perfect.  What distinguishes Joel Osteen, Ellen White, Billy Graham, and the Gaither’s is their willingness to be used for His glory.  It is also the reason why Noah, Abraham, Moses and David were used in times long ago.  It is the same God we serve with the same goals from Noah to Bill.  Our God looks throughout the world for anyone willing to be used.  Anyone willing to serve.  And the glory rests with the Master, not with the servant.  I thank Bill and Gloria for their willingness, but I praise God for the talent he reflected through them.  The words they wrote, did not originate in them but flowed through them, inspired by the source of all love.  While penning the lyrics “the King is coming”, this was not merely a catchy hook for a powerful tune, it was a declarative from a loving God about His soon coming plans.  That was our God speaking through the lyrics they wrote.  How could they even begin to know how far these words would echo.

So many stories of grains of sand, intertwined, interlinked, crossing over each other, sometimes without any knowledge of the journey.  We are small.  But we are part of a composite.  We make up something that is of more value than the pieces.  We are the bride of Christ, His church, His beloved.  We are loved though unworthy, saved though undeserving, and made righteous though we hardly believe it is possible.  It is good to be cog in the wheel of the Lord…


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