Last Sunday afternoon was a cool sunny one in New York City. I lugged baggage on back and by hand down 2nd Avenue and loved it. The mild weather brought me back to a year ago.
We had just moved to the city. Other than one friend who worked long hours, we were alone in this city of 8 million. The first two months, we moved up and down 2nd Avenue a couple of times. In an overkill way to save money, I hauled our stuff on foot in rolling bags instead of taking taxis. I am The Pack Mule of 2nd Ave.
But a year later, I didn’t mind the trip at all. I walked with a guitar case and a backpack of effects pedals to play with the worship team at church – a church with hundreds of members around the city, but one in which we feel uniquely loved.
We are part of a community. That’s no small feat in NYC, where you can spend years virtually unnoticed if you do it right (or wrong).
And it’s not just church where we’re bonding with people. By God’s grace, Cool Mum has connected with mums all over the neighborhood and is quite possibly reaching them more deeply than anyone else in this city has.
I’ve heard somewhere that if we can make it here, then we can make it anywhere. Well, ‘making it’ comes in different shapes and sizes.
Living it up: yet to be determined.
Living large: If there’s a question, take the tour of the Cool Studio.
Living life: Awww yeah.
God only knows where I’ll be hauling a baggage a year from now. I’m looking forward to the trip. I might even take a taxi.
How has your life changed in the last year?
I spent the last week with 400 middle schoolers and their youth leaders in Colorado. I was there as my middle-school-themed worship leader alter-ego, Jonas Montana. Actually, I went as part of my band six days from Sunday, who led the camp in worship over the week.
Middle school seems to get written off as that nebulous time between the happy kiddyness of elementary school and the social battleground of high school. However, those middle school years are crucial in forming who that young man or woman will be when they hit high school.
The great thing about doing these camps is that middle schoolers are old enough to understand deep concepts of life and faith, but still young enough to play and be a kid. They haven’t formed the superficial need to compare and obsess over their coolness. Um, yeah. [-5 cool points]
Do you remember anything about your middle school days? Were they terrific or traumatic?
originally posted on my personal site ericcorpus.com
For the past 10 years, I’ve traveled the country and overseas doing the worship-leading thing. From tiny churches to cavernous auditoriums, portable 3-piece sound systems to production rigs hauled in a convoy of trucks – I feel like I’ve seen and done a lot.
With all those years and songs under my belt, sometimes I have a hard time focusing on God during the musical worship portion of events. During church, I find my mind dwelling on what’s happening onstage instead of what’s happening in front of God’s throne. It can be the music or the performance or the production. It doesn’t take a lot to dislodge my attention.
Fortunately, I can confess my wandering thoughts here. The first of what I’m sure will be many things that distract me during worship:
ONSCREEN LYRIC MISSPELLINGS
Misspellings drive me a bit batty. Almost any major software application comes with spell check. After some quick Googling, I found that popular programs like Powerpoint, Keynote, MediaShout, and SundayPlus all have it. (not sure about EasyWorship)
My personality has several facets that cause misspellings to take my eyes off of the King:
- I’m a geek who knows how easy it is to spell check a document.
- I’ve seen hundreds of presentations with perfect spelling. They all figured it out, why can’t everyone?
- I was the 8th grade spelling champion of my county, which had one whole middle school.
So when the screen prompts me to sing about the “Amazng Grace” of God, or how Christ is my “righteousnes,” or lifting up the name of “Jeezus” (ok, maybe not that bad), I get sidetracked.
How often do you see misspellings in the onscreen lyrics during worship?