Some Complaints about Complaining


Some Complaints about ComplainingLast Sunday in church I sat behind an amazing older couple.  The kind that stands as long as they can, claps despite not being totally on rhythm, and makes sure that anyone sitting within a quarter mile gets a handshake and smile.  But what really impressed me was the fact that in an age when so many older people complain about worship, I found a couple actually worshipping, even if they couldn’t quite get the words to the songs. 

I want to be that kind of old person.  The kind that is all in favor of God moving, even if I don’t get it.  I want to be my like grandfather who told me that he wasn’t a huge fan of my high school worship band’s style, but he loved our hearts.

What if we gave up our complaining?  What if we decided that God was the priority, and  we supported any movement of God, even if it’s with a style of music we hate, or a denomination we don’t like, or a traditional/seeker/post-modern church?

What if we made more of Jesus and less of preference?

I know I for one would complain less.  Most of us probably would.  We’d be faced with the fact that church isn’t about us.  It isn’t about our preferences, it’s about loving others.