There's this thing about worship that I often forget.
You see it's not just this thing that we do on Sunday. It's every day; Every breath and movement of our hands is done because we understand that God's grace is not a prize we won.
It was a selfless giving of His only son that He gave to rend our chains undone and bring us into relationship with Him by the victory over sin that we proclaim He won!
Yet somehow life still becomes some kind of rat race trying to appear holy and saving face with no admittance that we still need grace and our response to that grace just kind of...
Disappears.
And then I wonder why I don't see His face, why I'm not moved by His Word why I'm not changed by His grace. I wonder why I don't want Him around, while my wrists are secretly bound with shackles I like too much to take off.
But on Sunday morning I pray to be free to realize that this Jesus did die for me so that I could be with Him where He is one day, yet day to day, I almost never say
God, I need you, and I'm not okay.
And I know it doesn't have to be this way! I know He gave His Spirit, He promised that He'd stay With me until the end of the age and even in my deepest darkness His love for me is still the same But God, oh God, I'm so ashamed of all the things I've done while periodically praising Your name.
But there is no condemnation from You, You say. You invite me to turn and run away Into your arms and that I'll be changed-- That You will give me a new heart and remove all of this shame If I'd just confess my sin to You, You'd take the pain.
So I beg, and beg, that every day My response to You would be the same To run to You and admit my need For Your grace, for Your love above everything.
That I'd never not be responding with my life, my work, and all my talking to the Christ that stepped into time to make me His, and make Him mine.
Worship is more than just a song--it is a response to God and who He is, and what He has done.