My earlier years in ministry were given to leading worship. I will never forget the first time I led worship at my church in Orlando, FL. There were about 2,000 people in attendance that day. I was 22 years old. Fresh out of college. Totally green behind the ears.
The pastor looked at me moments before heading onto the stage and said, “Are you nervous.” With my stomach turning, I looked back and confidently said, “A little.” He looked back at me with his South Texas twang and said, “Good, you should be.” And then we both walked into the auditorium. Let’s just say that moment didn’t inspire much confidence. Probably should have brought a throw up bucket with me.
I still get this feeling. Usually comes on Saturday nights. It’s a combination of nervous anticipation and excitement. It’s accompanied by the wandering thoughts in my mind asking the question, “What’s going to happen in the morning?!”
I still get nervous. And that’s ok. It’s good to know that I cannot do in my own power what God has called me to do. It’s all about Jesus. Without him, my words are meaningless. I am praying that tomorrow morning I will represent Christ well.
What a privilege.
