My Second Most Embarrassing Worship Leading Moment, or Neurotic, Part 2

I’m lying face down behind the stage backdrop curtain.  My heart is pounding.  My spirit is heaving and churning.  The burden feels intolerable.  Either I have to release the song that’s rolling around my spirit, or I have to leave the building.  That’s all there is too it.   I feel like a woman in labour, and it’s time to push..

I’m at a national prayer gathering in the late nineties, a member of one of the worship teams assigned to the event.  There are three such teams, waiting in reserve beside the stage.  The event leaders want us all available, so they can call up whichever team the Holy Spirit wants to lead at a given moment.

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It is the last day of the event, and a song I had recently written starts to rattle around inside of me, with increasing intensity.  Things amp up and up in my insides, to the point where it feels the Spirit is blowing inside me with gale force winds, to the point where I start to feel a bit out of control.

Thus the faceplant behind the stage.  It is the least embarrassing place to wrestle it through, I think.

The conference starts to wind down, and miracle of miracles, our team is called to the stage.  Finally!  This is the moment!  I can sing the song and release what I’m carrying in my spirit.   I peel myself off the floor, leap up to the stage, sling on my guitar, and step up to the microphone, poised and ready.  Yes!

Suddenly, the conference leader changes his mind.  And gestures to me to leave the stage so another team can finish the event.

I stand there for a moment, before hundreds of people, stunned and embarrassed.  I can hear my flesh screaming, but I know what I have to do.  It takes everything in me to step back from the mic, unsling my guitar, and slink off the stage.  As I pass the worship leader  who is replacing me, I have a snarky moment where I remind The Lord that I’m a better singer than she is.  The moment passes, and I place a hand of blessing on her shoulder as I pass.

I step off the stage, God says very clearly to me. “You do not have the spiritual authority to send these people out.  She does.”

I am devastated and humiliated.  I don’t understand.  Wasn’t that song rolling around in me all day long so I could sing it, release it over the people?  I walk away from the event confused and deeply discouraged.

It took me a few years, and a bunch of training on prayer, to figure it out.  What I didn’t realize was that I had actually been in intercession all day, burden bearing for the conference, and releasing in the spirit whatever grace and anointing the song carried.  I wasn’t supposed to sing it publicly, I was supposed to birth it privately through travailing prayer.

Curious what song it was?  The title track to Make My Life a Prayer.  You can download it from itunes if you like. ;o)

One thought on “My Second Most Embarrassing Worship Leading Moment, or Neurotic, Part 2

  1. A prayer Warrior who pray behind the scene or closet prayers or prayer from the heart are heard by God please and rewarded by Him where a public pray often only impressed the public/ While said Jill !!!
    Matthew 5; 5 – 7 NIV

    5“And when you pray, do not be like the hypocrites, for they love to pray standing in the synagogues and on the street corners to be seen by others. Truly I tell you, they have received their reward in full. 6But when you pray, go into your room, close the door and pray to your Father, who is unseen. Then your Father, who sees what is done in secret, will reward you. 7And when you pray, do not keep on babbling like pagans, for they think they will be heard because of their many words. 8Do not be like them, for your Father knows what you need before you ask him.

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