That’s a fun word to say. Ec-lec-tic. There’s a little kind of punch from the vocal cords when I say it (probably from all of those hard c’s). For those who would like a definition, eclectic means: deriving ideas, style, or taste from a broad and diverse range of sources. That’s me all over.
I don’t have any particular style. I don’t have any particular way of doing anything. I am a mishmash (another fun word to say out loud) of experiences that color me eclectic. I have always shunned the idea that I must conform to the standards of my society in how I conduct my life. “How I conduct my life”, now there’s an interesting turn of phrase. An orchestra is made up of an eclectic assortment of instruments following the conductors commands to slow down, go faster, be quieter. Each instrument offering up their own unique sounds to make a well conducted song. And how sweet that song can be.
Sorry. I saw something shiny.
Being the slightly crazy, out-of-sync-with-the-rest-of-the-world sort, I have collected together an otherwise unconnected assortment of philosophies and styles. Bits and pieces from this, that, and the other thing. Stuff that, within their collective of sameness are, in my opinion, somewhat boring. By gathering together these tidbits in my eclectic basket of being, I am giving these tidbits new life, meaning, and purpose. Put them all together like some crazy mosaic, and you have me.
I think God likes to do the same. Only on a grander scale. He seems to like to gather together people and churches that are individually unique with their own sound and style. I think it is important to note here that I believe that God has presented Christians with core set of values to follow that should be the conducted same way by each person (1 Corinthians 13 anyone?). Conformity to a certain way of behaving towards God and other people is very important to a fruitful faith (Mark 12:28). But, how boring would it be if we all were the same in our expression of our faith?
Think about it for a minute. What if the only music you ever heard was made up of one instrument? Boredom would set fairly quickly. How about if a mosaic was all one color and one kind of material? Boring.
The unique collection of you fits together nicely with the unique collections that are other people when the Holy Spirit is conducting the orchestra. We have to stop trying to coloring other people’s pink blue, or stop trying to force another person’s instrument to sound like our own. Sorry folks, no matter how hard you try, a trumpet will never, ever sound like a flute. Instead we need to celebrate each person’s contribution to the whole. Let the Holy Spirit reign in your heart. Let him conduct the orchestra the way it is meant to be conducted.
Then, we will be beautiful to behold.