Worship with Danstan; Kampala Pentecostal Church in the late 90's

"The greatness of a man is not in how much wealth he acquires, but in his integrity and his ability to affect those around him positively"
...and if that man's life is under Jesus' Lordship his purpose has been fulfilled.

Some people come into your life for a period and at the time you may not realize that their influence in that season will be a pivot for life. Today, I celebrate Danstan Kisuule for his influence as a worship leader. He taught me to revere God's presence, to love God's Word and to worship with abandon.

As a young Christian in Kampala Pentecostal Church I found my gift of service in the Worship ministry. Danstan selected the worship teams, scheduled the backup rotas and chose the choir specials. He exhorted us to keep time and make good on our word. To be present in "the moment" and not to worry about things we couldn't change. He encouraged us to tithe and dress well. "If you have just one shirt or dress, wash it every night if you must but always be clean”. When we compartmentalized songs in praise and then worship he reminded us that it was all worship regardless of whether songs are fast or slow. By the end of choir practice one had not only learned a new song but been given a few principles by which to govern life.

I always looked forward to spending time at church.There were times as a student at Makerere University, I would give the taxi conductor the last 200 shillings I had without a clue of how I would get back to campus. Eager to attend choir practice I would walk up the steep slope in a hurry and hope that if nothing else Andrew (one of the sound men) would escort me back and he always did.

The day I received my first schedule as a backup singer the ground softened under my feet, there was a spring in my step. A good voice was only half the equation. Danstan's intuition coupled with consistency and integrity served to determine whether or not one made the cut so I knew I had done something right. 

I pinned the schedule up in my campus room and flipped it over more times than I care to mention. My heart was a flatter from Saturday morning before rehearsal until Sunday evening after the fourth service. I never tired of leading worship. I learned that I had signed up to live a public life, I would be recognized anywhere. I also learned that even though the congregation looked like a sea of unrecognizable faces, standing before them gave them permission to scrutinize my life.

When I listen to  Don Moen and Hosanna Integrity, I recall the days of my first love. The days when I learned to sing Scripture. Every Friday Danstan taught us songs he had listened to during the week. Some times we covered full albums of Integrity music. We raised the roof of the cinema hall with songs like "Mighty Man of War". Our voices went hoarse in joyous celebration of the mighty God we serve!

On days when course works were difficult, relationships were rocky, or I just needed direction,these songs would come to memory.

"If your presence doesn't go with us, Lord we don't want to leave this place"; Don Moen off the album, "Let Your Glory Fall".

"If we call to Him, He will answer us, if we run to Him, He will run to us" Don Moen off the album "I Will Sing"

"Trade your heavy hearts for a heart of Joy, celebrate what God has done" Don Moen off the album "God For Us". 

One afternoon I got the privilege to ride in his car. A song begun to play that continues to lift my spirit today “Lord We’ve Come to Worship”. He soaked in the songs and played them over for private worship and for instruction. His car was a worship room on wheels. He knew the songs back to front and ensured that the choir learned them right. He took the time to sharpen his skill.When he played the drums, he hit every last cymbal with passion and precision. His song selection involved intricate preparation. He knew in which key each song was played. Just like with King David, God didn't consider his appearance or his height. “The Lord does not look at the things people look at. People look at the outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart.” I Samuel

He raised his hands, closed his eyes in prayer and danced before the Lord. He led the congregation into God’s presence and left them there.

He encouraged us to lift up our voices in prayer “ Don't peer through the crowd to see if your friends have come. Your audience in one – God.”

Today, I know God looks at my heart  it doesn't matter whether I stand still, kneel down or sit. In the privacy of my room or among people who may be less expressive in worship, I can lift my hands and dance knowing that my audience is one - God.  He busks in my praise an act cultivated over 15 years ago. 

Worship is not just the songs we sing on Sunday morning but a lifestyle of prayer, reading scripture and obedience. 

Other days an old worship song will make me smile as I remember Uncle D's dance moves; the swift simultaneous movements with each hand and leg ..."oh sing for Joy to God our strength..." Thanks Uncle D for being faithful. You made a difference in my life. God looks for true worshipers, those who worship Him in Spirit and in truth, thanks for showing me how.