Worship. The Lord has been speaking to me a great deal lately about worship, asking me to search my heart and know if I’m going to church for the right reasons. Sometimes I don’t. Sometimes I go to church because I’m afraid of what people will say about me if I’m not there. All pastors wives worry about that just a little bit, because we’re all held to a little bit higher standard than everyone else in the pews. I’m not implying that it’s good or bad; it just is, and we’ve all known it from the time we were kids. Sometimes I go because I want to set the right example for Reagan. There’s nothing wrong with that on its face, I guess. I want her to learn from us that church is important. Some people attend church because it’s good for their business; they make marketable contacts at church. Some go to gossip about the others in their social circle. Some attend worship services to find a social circle, to be seen by all the best people and find a way into that oh-so-important societal niche. Some people attend to please their parents, and so on. You get the idea.
The Bible tells us that there’s only one right reason for going to church, and that’s to worship God. If we go to church for any other reason, then we’re there for the wrong reason. Our focus should be, should always be, to spend time praising Him for the blessings He’s given, for the mercies He’s extended to us, and then to hear what He wants to teach us during the course of the service. The worship aids that we employ are there to help us do those two things – praise and learn. Everything else is worthless. Pointless. If we’re guilty of making it anything else, then we’ve lost sight of what it truly is and why we should be there in the first place.
I’ll admit that I let a great many things distract me, things that don’t matter in the least. I let the attitudes of others have far too much influence on my own attitudes. I’ve always struggled with that, but I hope I’m allowing the Lord to teach me that to do so is wrong. I hope I’m becoming more and more attuned to what He’s trying to teach me. If I focus my thoughts, and my heart, on Him, everything else falls away. If I let myself truly worship, then there’s no distraction great enough to pull me away from that place of sitting at His feet. That’s what I want to get better at each Sunday – to sit at His feet and hear His voice and know I’ve been obedient to what He’s asking me to do. If I’ll do that, then I don’t have to worry about what anyone else thinks. I don’t have to fret that Reagan might not see how important church is in my life. She’ll see my passion for God in how I worship and she’ll understand, with God’s help, that I’m there because I love Him and I just can’t be anywhere else.
Jesus is the heart of worship. Always has been. Always will be. Is He at the heart of your worship? Or is something else going on in your Sunday mornings? Do you need to examine the reason why you gather on Sunday mornings? It’s a freedom unlike any other just to sit at His feet and feel His presence, His comforting, loving, admonishing, glorious presence. Don’t miss it because He’s no longer at the heart of your worship. He’s waiting, and He’s faithful. I’ll meet you there.