Jesus on Lead Guitar

by DanWolgemuth on May 24, 2013

“For our sake he made him to be sin who knew no sin, so that in him we might become the righteousness of God.”  (2 Corinthians 5:21)

Dr. Isidro Ayabar grew up in Spanish Harlem as the oldest child of Dominican parents.  His love for God and music were instilled early in his life.  His unique gifting finds its way to worship on the platform of Colorado Community Church.  Isidro converts a guitar into a string quartet, but with a mix of R&B, funk, rock, pop, and classical.  He’s nearly invisible on the back of the stage, but his music lifts the congregation to thrones of glory… and I for one clamor to be at the front.

Two weeks ago at Colorado Community Church, as a part of the Mother’s Day celebration, a choir of adolescent voices swirled like so many angels.  Energy made up for what fidelity could not.  Smiles raced from the stage to the congregation in contagious and abundant proportions.  And then, as a portion of one of the concluding songs, a young guitarist stepped from the back of the platform to the front.  This young grade-school-aged boy held an electric guitar in his hands.  Fear and nerves washed across his face in the moments of awkward silence before the introductory notes from a nearby keyboard energized the group to press on.  The young boy began to strum as he cautiously placed the fingers of his left hand on the appropriate strings.

While I’m quite certain that throughout the piece of music a note or two from the young lad’s guitar could be heard, it was most predominantly the guitar sounds of Dr. Isidro Ayabar that floated throughout the sanctuary.  And as these perfect tones moved throughout the congregation, buzz could be heard and a growing confidence could be seen on the face of the young front stage guitarist.  Skilled and precise guitar rifts became the property of the young artist.  He owned what he could never have played, but the congregation oohed and aahed at the appropriate times, which simply fanned a growing confidence and delight in the young boy.

With the conclusion of the piece a crescendo of applause reverberated throughout the auditorium – and as the young guitarist returned to the back of the stage, Isidro graciously gave him a “high five” for the work that, in fact, Isidro had done.

“For our sake he made him to be sin who knew no sin, so that in him we might become the righteousness of God.”

When God listens to the music we play it’s the guitar of Jesus that He hears.  As we strum and stroke and awkwardly place our fingers… by grace God hears the beautifully tuned and brilliantly played music of our Master.

“In him we have become the righteousness of God.” 

In Jesus, through Jesus, with Jesus, because of Jesus… our efforts inherit the purity of Jesus.  Grace does what practice never could.  Grace does what legalism never could.  Grace does what unskilled and broken hands never could…

“Skilled and precise guitar rifts became the property of the young artist.  He owned what he could never have played…”

In Jesus we play like Dr. Isidro Ayabar and the congregation hears the music of God.  Is it any wonder why we worship?

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The Smell of Jesus

by DanWolgemuth on May 17, 2013

But thanks be to God, who in Christ always leads us in triumphal procession, and through us spreads the fragrance of the knowledge of him everywhere. For we are the aroma of Christ to God among those who are being saved and among those who are perishing, to one a fragrance from death to death, to the other a fragrance from life to life… (2 Corinthians 2:14-16, ESV)

What does Jesus smell like?   

I completely missed this one.  I had a vision of the fragrance counter at the front of Macy’s department store in mind.  Even now I can transport myself to the sensory overload that provides a right hook to my nasal cavity when I make my way into the store.  There is little that is authentic or natural about these smells.  They collide at an intersection without stop signs.  Frankly, there is little that is appealing at first sniff.

Do they smell like Jesus?  Is this what the Holy Spirit had in mind when He inspired Paul to write these words?  I don’t think so.

Wednesday morning in a tough urban neighborhood on the east side of Indianapolis I smelled Jesus.  There were no fragrance counters and no employees in white “lab coats.”  This was a warehouse that had been converted to an auto repair garage.  It’s a place where two lift stations raise both automobiles and dreams so that local young people can learn a trade.  It’s at the YFC Wheels City Life Center that kids from the community learn about carburetors and grace.  It’s a place where the students hear about AC Delco parts and the unrelenting love of Jesus. 

It was in that garage that I smelled Jesus… and the aroma was more like motor oil and grease than Chanel No. 5.   

It was real and authentic and connected to the promise of dignity, relationship and transformation.  The smell of Jesus was vibrant and compelling and powerful.  It wasn’t intended to cover up or mask something less appealing. 

Jesus smelled beautiful and as I breathed deeply the scent washed over my theology. 

One-quart cans replaced finely designed bottles with fractions of ounces in them and our staff wore the grease-ready garments that invited interaction and learning and mentoring and miracles.   

In a small garage on the east side of downtown Indianapolis I smelled Jesus, and there wasn’t a mall in sight.   

A fragrance from life to life…

What a beautiful smell.

To the hungry He smells like homemade bread.
To the captive He smells like mountain air.
To the lonely and isolated He smells like a birthday party.
To the defenseless He smells like victory.
To the prisoner He smells like mercy.
To the arrogant He smells offensive.
To the lost He smells like a shepherd.
To the abused He smells like justice.
To the discarded and rejected He smells like Braveheart.
…and to the kids on the east side of Indy He smells like Quaker State 10W40.

 Jesus.  The beautiful smell of hope.

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At the hands of Jennifer …The confession of a communicator

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I Can’t Help But Wonder

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