Roots…

Today I had the rare opportunity to sit in worship and listen to my Father preach. It struck me as I listened, that there was a time when I did that every Sunday. And it struck me how long ago those childhood times are.

Listening to my Dad preach is a return to my roots. It was in those childhood days of watching and listening to my Dad that I learned most of what I know about leading worship. My Dad likes to tell me I am a good preacher, but as I listened to him today, I knew that any ability I have as a preacher has its roots in listening to him.

We are each our own person when we preach, but we also share phrases and language and theology. And that is kind of a beautiful thing. I love the thought that I am myself, but I am also my father. I love the thought that his fingerprints can be seen in me.

I am blessed to have been given great roots. I grew up knowing that I was loved more than I could ever imagine by One who died for me. And that out of that love, God had granted my folks the ability to love others. And God granted me the same ability.

I am convinced that it is because of such strong roots that my life flourishes now. And today, I have been reminded of my roots and I am thankful for them.

One thought on “Roots…

  1. Dear Rebekah – I was moved by these two sentences in particular. “I love the fact that I am myself, but also my father. I love the thought that his fingerprints can be seen in me.” I know you were talking about your dad but I also had an immediate connection to our Heavenly Father. And I know that in HIS amazing love we are also ourselves and our Father and I pray (as I know you do too) that those around us can see God’s fingerprints in us. Thanks for blogging – have some great rest…and relaxation. Vicki

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