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Re-Surfacing
It was a simple but profound moment, one that I was probably incapable of in the early stages of the disillusionment of the detox, but now suddenly it became possible. In the next few weeks, almost as confirmation from Someone Else, I was asked to lead worship at a youth home group, which eventually translated into leading the group. Andrew Smith invited me to play bass on a cross-Canada worship tour (meaning a five week vacation from The Meaning of Fish), which was an incredible time of soaking in a worship band environment, complete with digital loops, acoustic vibes, and good old-fashioned Delirious?-style abandonment. It was a season of coming back to life. Some things I noticed during this part of the detox:
You begin to recognize that some of those around you appear to be aggressively committed to Crabby Detox, and while you dont avoid them altogether, you realize that you need to pull back somewhat in order to pursue life. (They may or may not understand or like you as much if you break the unwritten but monolithic Rule Of Perpetual Crabdom.)
You find a greater freedom to affirm what God is doing through the imperfect vessels called church, blessing people at whatever point of the journey they find themselves at, while still being an advocate for change. After all, at some point, all of us were part of the system perhaps even defending and enforcing it and we have to show the same grace to people still in it as we would like them to show us. (And recognize that, as imperfect people ourselves, we havent arrived yet, either!)
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