Removing my bushel

So, as you probably know, myself and Katherine are currently on holiday in Corralejo. We have been here about a week and a half, and go home on Wednesday.

Before we set out, we vaguely looked up churches in Fuerteventura, and discovered, to our mild surprise, that there is an English fellowship in the town of Corralejo itself. Faros Christian Fellowship meets each Sunday in the building of a Spanish evangelical church.

So we went, and met some lovely, friendly, swimming-pool-owning people. And last week, they were chatting about music at church, and how in 7 years, they have never had any english people who have been able to lead worship. Feeling a little self conscious, I volunteered. Katherine always hates “loves” it when I do something like volunteering to sing and play guitar poorly in front of a group of strangers.

So I led worship this morning and it went really well. In fact, in my preparation, I ended up writing a worship song, which is something I’ve rarely done before – usually everything I write ends up almost invariably as a punk song.

The most encouraging thing was something pointed out at church, the well known verse about not hiding your light under a basket – the point being that if we have things of value to share, we should do, even if it might be embarrassing, hard work, or even not very good.

Anyway, that’s all for now. I will leave you my my song, sans tune:

Forgive my slowness

Lord I spend my days struggling.
Trying to get my brain around your being.
I can’t control my faith.
I need you to inhabit me, take “me” away.

Jesus, come into my soul.
Make me for granted, firebrand me yours.
Jesus, come make me whole.
My heart is yours, my will is yours,
Forgive my head – it’s way too slow.

And every day’s filled with what I want not to do.
I find myself, again and again, appalling you.
Is this battle for my actions won or – lost for me?
Can these good intentions pave something heavenly?

Jesus, come into my soul.
Make me for granted, firebrand me yours.
Jesus, come make me whole.
My heart is yours, my head is yours,
Forgive my will – it’s way too slow.

When my neighbour hurts me,
My instinct never expresses itself gracefully.
My thoughts, my cares, desires – all my love inside –
So easily overuled by this hateful tide.

Jesus, come into my soul.
Make me for granted, firebrand me yours.
Jesus, come make me whole.
My will is yours, my head is yours,
Forgive my heart – it’s way too slow.

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