Is That My Son?
Jason, our oldest son, has always loved music. From the time he was young, he like music. Loud music. All kinds of music. When he was 18 he asked for a guitar for Christmas. He did not play but he loved music. Lots of music. Loud music. And he thought he might like to learn to play guitar. Loud guitar. So Craig and I bought him a guitar. Oh, and an amp. You need am amp if you are going to play LOUD. So we bought one and he loved it. Loved it.
For several years Jason tinkered with the guitar. He picked up a few things from friends who played, but he never took lessons. Then he married. I assumed the guitar would be packed away but Jason kept it around and continued to teach himself. Five years later a son joined their little family. Guitar playing took a back seat as the sweet wonder of a baby boy named Declan consumed their time and energy.
Fast forward 1 year. Jason and Daws, his younger brother, had been stirred up by the Lord for over 2 years about working with a church plant. Two weeks ago the vision became a reality as the Lord birthed theRefuge, a new church plant in Lakeland, TN. outside Memphis. The boys invited Craig and I to visit their first Sunday night service. Jason told us he was playing guitar in the praise and worship band. And he was loving it. Seriously.I had no idea he had progressed to that point!
Two weeks ago we sat in a worship service. Jason led in worship, playing the guitar we had bought him 7 years earlier because he like music. Loud music.
This past Sunday we visited again in their evening service. I watched my son, the one who wanted a guitar for Christmas 7 years ago, sing praises to the Lord and lead in worship with the praise band at the Refuge. It took my breath away. The Lord and I shared a private moment as I told Him that I never dreamed He would use my son's love of music for His glory. When Craig and I had bought the guitar,Craig felt we couldn't give Jason a guitar without giving him the amp. Especially since he loved music. Loud music. We bought the Christmas gift for Jas but we really did not think he would ever have time to master it, much less play publicly. He was about to head off to college and we knew the busiest time of his life was just ahead. We could not see him having time to learn to play an instrument. We were grateful for the privilege of indulging one of his desires especially as he was perched to leave our nest and launch out on his own. But we did not know. We did not know what God knew was in his future. One day God would use Jason's love of music for His glory. One day Jason would lead praise and worship with the Christmas guitar. And the amp. One day I would sit in the congregation next to his dad and tears would stream down our faces as we thought back to the day we bought the guitar. We did not know what God in mind for our son. One day he would lead praise and worship with our Christmas gift. And suddenly all those years when his loud music rattled the walls and shook the rafters would melt away into a moment of praise the the Lord Jesus Christ.
God often startles me when He uses what I consider mundane moments and shows me the holiness in them. And then He allowed me to see this . . . seriously, is this my son?
Yes. This is my son with his son, Declan. Declan came out of the nursery to hear his daddy. While I generally have words, lots of words, at this moment I am speechless.
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