I’m taking a blogging break in the month of December. During my break, I’m reposting some old blogs. This one originally appeared in April of 2012.
There’s one thing I have to continually remind myself of about worship.
It’s not about me.
Because worship used to give me warm fuzzies and made me feel close to God, I forget that this is not the point of worship. It’s not about what I get out of it. For the longest time, that is what I’ve subconsciously convinced myself it is all about. If I leave worship feeling filled up and energized, then it accomplished what it was supposed to do. If I walk out feeling like, “Well, that didn’t really do it for me,” then it failed miserably.
Where did that train of thinking embed itself into my brain?
Worship is what I can give to God, not what He’s going to give me.
It’s like I walk into church with arms crossed over my chest, looking at God and saying, “Alright, what are you going to give me today? This better be good. I got up early for this.”
Meanwhile, He sits on His throne, offering me the grace He always offers, and doesn’t smite me down like the spoiled little brat in me deserves. He patiently reminds me yet and yet again that He is the one who should be asking the question, “What are you going to give me today?”
So, I’m going to do my best to ask myself that question. What am I going to give Him today?
It doesn’t mean that I need to be on the front row at worship, jumping up and down and shouting His praise. I’ve already determined that that is not how I genuinely worship.
In my case, I think this will involve softening my heart and not being so judgmental during church. Choosing to see His beauty in everything that surrounds me, and being thankful that He is all around me.
What are you going to give Him today?