What do “Frozen” and “Chosen” have in common?

  1. frozenThey rhyme. (Sort of)
  2. The theme song from Frozen, “Let It Go,” applies to both words!

In order to live into being CHOSEN we must no longer BE FROZEN!
In order to do this – we must let go.

A few days ago a dear friend told me, “I just keep getting a weird feeling – it’s almost like butterflies in my stomach because I just think something big and really cool is about to happen.  Do you ever feel that way?”

Butterflies! Of course I know the feeling . . .

That moment I realized the guy I had the most monumental crush on for QUITE some time really loved me and there was a ring in that little box in his hand! Butterflies!

That moment when the church doors opened and there he stood, in a room full of people, ready to promise to hang out together forever – for better or worse! Butterflies!

The moment when they said, “You’re going to have a boy!”


The moment when they said, “You’re going to have a girl!”


That moment when the phone rang and the words, “We would like you to be _____” (and you can fill in the blank with every church position I’ve served in for the past 18 years!

And most recently . . . the morning the work of launching a church came to fruition and I walked out on that “stage” to greet the people and thank them for worshiping there!


Each of those butterfly moments was monumental in my life!

BUT – there’s a problem with the butterfly moments.

A predator of a butterfly is a spider.

It weaves a web.

The web is sticky, sometimes clear – almost invisible! And if the butterfly isn’t careful, it gets trapped in the web and soon uses all its energy trying to escape.

It’s fight to be released ends up being one of the main reasons it suffers its demise.

Today has been a day battling “burn-out!” My own struggle against a demise.

The days are not long enough.
No matter how hard I prioritize or WANT to get it all done, there just isn’t any way.

In a world where technology has me connected to anyone and everyone at the blink of an eye, it is easy to get consumed and distracted.

Tonight as I was finally able to reach out to someone with a serious pastoral care issue I apologized for not coming to visit her tomorrow. I have a Celebration of Life to assist with and then I have an opportunity to spend some time with my son’s new close friend. To me – that’s one of those “butterfly” moments.

BUT – am battling “inadequacies” toward tomorrow. Those celebrations are one of the highest honors and I would never want to mess that up for someone.

As I was commenting that I needed to go prepare for the funeral the woman I was chatting with commented, “No need to worry. It will be great. Your heart belongs to God.”

That took me aback.

She is right. I love God unabashedly. So all I need to do is let it go.

Which brings me back to the “Frozen” vs “Chosen.”

I think for the past few days I’ve been FROZEN.

Frozen because I fear my leadership isn’t enough to lead West where it needs to be – the “next steps.”
Frozen because it is time to begin work on the DMin dissertation/project but I question if I have what that takes.
Frozen because I know I do have courage to do what it takes to lead – to have the difficult conversations that make my stomach hurt (the bad butterflies), to stay true to the theological understanding I have of scripture, and do all this – even if it means people leave. Yet when the numbers go down . . .  it causes me to be FROZEN.

But then I get Facebook messages from people who don’t know any of those things I mention above . . . and they remind me “my heart belongs to God.”

It’s CHOSEN. Thus I need not be FROZEN.

So – now – I’ll meditate on that – CHOSEN, as I silently sing in my head the words to FROZEN. “Let It Go. . . let it go . . . can’t hold it back anymore.”

We each are CHOSEN by God . . . to do great things.

Maybe it’s time to stop being frozen.

We’ll see . . .

Let It Go” words by Idina Menzel

The snow glows white on the mountain tonight
Not a footprint to be seen
A kingdom of isolation,
And it looks like I’m the queen.

The wind is howling like this swirling storm inside
Couldn’t keep it in, heaven knows I tried!

Don’t let them in, don’t let them see
Be the good girl you always have to be
Conceal, don’t feel, don’t let them know
Well, now they know!

Let it go, let it go
Can’t hold it back anymore
Let it go, let it go
Turn away and slam the door!