Had some duly timed introduction to Lent and Ash Wednesday this week. Lent is an occasion where the Christian believer prepares him/herself leading to the Holy Week, which traditionally marks the death and resurrection of Jesus Christ.
The preparation acts are more penitential in nature; which includes self denial, prayer, repentance and almsgiving. Taking the significance of the number 40 from the Scriptures, some may also choose to fast from certain kind of indulgence or luxury which range from the partaking of meat or even social networking (as pretty common nowadays) for 40 days leading to Easter.
I come from a background where most of these traditions were not observed. But none the less, Good Friday and Easter services were always held grand; and some of my sweetest childhood memories are in fact during those times where the children and youth were the designated performers (be it plays or songs) and it's always a riot when you get a bunch of us together. I'm inclined to think it's because of occasions like that that so many of us are still tight to this day.
Yet, one of the things i told myself i wanted to do when i got here was to break away a bit (just a bit hehehhe..i'm a cautious adventurer, thank you very much) from what i am use to. And an opportunity presented itself when my classmates and i were invited to observe the Ash Wednesday's service at one of the most beautiful church i've been in.
told you it was beautiful :)
Sitting in the service, it was an unfamiliar order somehow for my very evangelical mould; but yet the prayer, scripture readings and even the sharing of the word was beautifully moving for me. I once had a missionary friend telling me of his trip to a very traditional church in Europe and in that stained glass, sobering mode of service, this was the closest he sensed he was to God after too long of a period of time.
So, I am so glad i went because the sucker for words that i am, when you look closer to how the prayer and sharing were worded - it was describing something i could relate to in my walk with Jesus. It was a new thing for me to be there but not entirely unfamiliar, you know.
I love something the Archbishop said about how all these traditions and observations will mean nothing if Jesus was not Lord in our lives. And this got me thinking, that although some traditions of the early church strikes a sensitive core with us because we emerge out of the teachings of the evangelical or charismatic movement and we forfeit some of the traditions because it is the legalistic and ritualistic side that we do not agree on (And for that, I am thankful that i was taught that it is really the insides that matter the most). But in the light of that too, some observations or traditions when it flows out from the love and devotion to Jesus - it becomes magnificently beautiful.
I love how the singers were in their robes, the beautiful put hymns, the sweet sound of the music filling the high ceiling church, the reverent way the service group enters and leaves the service and yes, the LCD projection of the service too plus the really cool looking mic the archbishop was using. Although, i can't speak for everybody; it was truly a God experience for me.
And who's to say,one day our own order of service that we are so use to, praise and worship with the whole worship band, then the bulletin reading, then the sermon and close with another song; the going up for altar calls, preparation for Christmas/Easter dramas and etc.; might also have the danger of just being legalistic and ritualistic too to some people.
So, we should get it right. Mode of services may vary from one place to another. But how tragic it is that we miss out on the beauty and the opportunity for it to be a time and place use by God to relate/reveal/speak to us just because we deemed it wrong or too different.
Be blessed, people.
And this is a part of the wonderful people i got to hang out with recently.




