Those would be my ginormous size-10's to which I am referring. It's my big ole clodhoppers I need to go back outside and scrape off today.

You see, something happened yesterday during worship that really brought out my "clayness". Without going into detail, let me just say that a moment in church that could have been worship turned out to be, in my way of thinking, a moment to show off one child in front of grandparents under the guise of Children's Choir. And the song? From a movie. A secular movie. The sentiment expressed? I'm not really sure...I just know that God wasn't in it.

I'm not against the use of any and all secular music in worship. But this? Went beyond the pale for me.

But that's not what I'm really concerned about. I make a point after worship to thank personally every worship participant: liturgist, ushers, coffee hour contributors. In a small church, you can do that!

Yesterday...I just couldn't. I was so disappointed and so...hurt?...angry?...disillusioned? I'm not sure. Today I feel like crap. The way I see it, I've failed on two levels:

1. Not doing enough teaching on worship and

2. failing to act like a pastor to someone just because they made a choice I don't think was a good one. A choice that affected the tenor of the service, to be sure, but still, just a choice.

The stuff I have to swallow this week is gonna hurt going down.