During last night's service at Jacob's Well, I spent my final Sunday warming the bench on the D.L. Ryan did a great job filling in for the last three weeks, but I couldn't help sitting there thinking, that's my team up there and I need to get back in the game. That probably sounds kind of selfish but playing every week with the likes of Mike, Andy and Don is still a thrill even after four plus years. I've played drums for JW worship since we met in the Keel's living room and I was hammering street style on the bottom of a five gallon plastic bucket. I've been through every shift in personnel and except for one or two vocalists, nobody's been here longer than me. Because of that, I have some patriarchal feelings towards the worship team. It's been hard to sit out for three weeks but I was reminded by a gentleman sitting next to me last night, that it was a good thing. You see, during the meet and greet I introduced myself to the guy next to me. His name was Tom and he'd never been to JW before. I asked how he heard about us. He told me that awhile back he had met Ryan the drummer somewhere and got to talking about where he went to church. Ryan told Tom about JW and Tom said he promptly forgot the name of the church. A week later Tom was somewhere else and another person told him about JW and he was pretty sure it was the church he remembered talking to Ryan about so he ventured out to find it. Well, he made it and since Ryan was playing drums he knew that he was in the right place. Coincidence? Maybe, but I found it interesting how, out of 300 people, this guy ended up sitting next to me and telling me his story. I kind of saw it as God's way of telling me that it was ok I wasn't playing drums on that particular Sunday.

I'll be back on the field next week and then resting again the following week. I am blessed to know that I have back-up and that, yes, that is my team up there, but it's a team. I'm honored to be a part of it whether I'm playing or not.