It is not uncommon, as one of the musicians in church, to hear comments like, “Worship was awful. I didn’t get anything out of it.”
The question begs to be asked, “Which part?”
Was it the way we drove to church that was awful? The way we parked the car? It might have been the argument on the way that made worship awful.
Was it the conversation we had with this sister or that brother that was the problem? Or the things we only thought because we didn’t dare speak what was on our minds?
Perhaps it was when they took an offering, or the type of sermon that was given.
“So-and-so should have been here today. The message would have been perfect for them.” Meanwhile we sit with arms folded, nodding off, while our Bible is at home collecting dust.
It could have been the delay in leaving the building because the people in front of us were taking their sweet time.
Oh, the music? That’s what they meant?
The singing is only a small fraction of “worship!”
Romans 12:1 reads, “I appeal to you therefore, brothers, by the mercies of God, to present your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and acceptable to God, which is your spiritual worship.” (ESV)
On Sunday…and every other day of the week, for that matter…everything we do with our body is an act of worship: getting out of bed, brushing our teeth, breakfast, the newspaper we read, how we dress, act, speak, think, work, and yes, the way we drive our cars.
Who (or what) do we worship as we live? We worship something. We can’t help it, the need to worship is built into every human being.
“Whether you eat or drink, or whatever you do, do all to the glory of God.”1 Corinthians 10:31 ESV.
Whatever…hmm…that encompasses a very big territory.
Oh, and we can’t miss the focal point…God!
The centerpiece of our lives needs to be God.
Anything short of that is mere religion.
We need to know that we speak volumes when we state, “I didn’t get anything out of church today.”
“Out of the abundance of the heart, the mouth speaks.” Matthew 12:34b ESV
If we are not careful, we can treat our relationship with God, as well as life itself, like we’re at Burger King –
we want everything our way.
Especially, it would seem, at church.
The music must be a style that I prefer and at a volume that I appreciate. I’d rather they had a box in the back for people to put money in so I don’t feel guilty when I let it pass (again). I want feel-good sermons – nothing that challenges or convicts. When it’s over with, I want people to get out of my way so I can get back to my life.
When the building is emptied, I picture Jesus sitting there alone. His voice echoes in the empty space as He says,
“Well, maybe next week…”