Archive for November, 2013

The Wonder of it All

“When was the last time you wondered?” asked Dr. David Jeremiah as he opened his sermon on the wonder of worship.

This morning. Yesterday afternoon. Last night. Yesterday morning. Every morning. My thoughts made me chuckle.

I continued to wipe the counter in my new kitchen as I listened.

I’ve been thinking a lot about worship. My pastor is preaching on it. So is David Jeremiah. I’ve been living it.

I’m amazed by God’s creation.

It wasn’t that I didn’t see it in Florida. At least twice a month, I’d travel to Clearwater Beach and gasp at God’s glory. I’d smile as I passed tourists bent over searching for the perfect seashell.

Yesterday afternoon, Tom and I took a hike through our property. During the summer, briars fill spaces between varied trees. But in autumn the briars die and gazing through the woods is my favorite pastime. Just like the tourists in Florida, I searched the ground for leaves. Red and yellow ones. Multi-colored ones.

Just like the tourists gather seashells, I gathered my leaves.

Earlier that morning, I called Tom onto our porch steps.

“It’s freezing out there, Pauline!”

“You’ve got to see this.”

He wrapped himself in his warm robe and brought steaming coffee in a ceramic mug. We sat next to each other on our porch steps and stared at millions of stars with a coal black backdrop. We didn’t talk much.

Some things are too magnificent for words.
After my pastor spoke on worship, I was to close the morning service with a song. It’s based on the 5th chapter of the book of Revelation. As I rode to church with Tom, I warmed up my voice by singing worship songs from my playlist. As we rounded a bend, I viewed the Blue Ridge Mountains. Just then, my favorite Getty song played.

The Power of the Cross.

I remembered when Sarah and I sang it together for our Florida congregation at Lakeside Community Chapel. As I sang, I looked over the sea of people–many of them friends, all of them brothers and sisters–and watched them weep at the gospel message of the cross.

I wept.

Tom looked at me. “You’re not going to cry today when you sing, are you?”

“No. I was just thinking back to that time of worship when Sarah and I sang this song. It is the closest I’ve ever come to true worship, I think. I’m praying the song I sing today will bring my brothers and sisters at Christ Community Church into the presence of God.”

You see, worship is a mindset. An attitude. Reverence for God. Gratefulness. Humility. Awe.

David Brady said we were made for worship.

I know. I’ve experienced a sliver of it.

I can’t wait for the real thing. When I’m in the presence of my Lord and Master.

Glorious.

Some famous person said if you want to really worship God, look down.

Tomorrow, I’m gonna find some more leaves.

Whether you look for leaves or seashells, whether you gaze at mountains or the ocean. Or maybe the bird or butterfly on your porch, take time to worship.

Then go to God’s Word.

Then go to your knees.

You were made for it.

Here’s a song my baby girl introduced me to sung by Addison Road.

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By the way, here’s a chorus from the Salvation Army songbook that has just one line. It’s a good one.

“The wonder of it all just to think that God loves me.”