Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Worship--why we were created. Worship service-what you go to on Sunday mornings, right? Worship regulations--why churches split, older generations are offended, and younger generations left confused.
In the Middle Ages the battle was tempus perfectum verses tempus imperfectum. Rhythm division of three (Father, Son, and Holy Spirit) verses division of two. There's since been the battle of instruments-electric guitar verses pipe organ. The battle of lyrics-doctrine verses emotion. But, if you are truly worshiping and as long as the lyrics are theologically sound, it doesn't matter if you're singing "When I Survey the Wondrous Cross" or "We Fall Down."
Personally, I enjoy meaningful hymns and some contemporary worship (as long as it's not too wild). I've grown up in everything from Word of Faith/Pentecostal to Reformed Presbyterian. And, no matter what church setting I'm in, it's never the drums, the organs, or the hymnbooks that turn me off or set me on fire.
It's the lyrics. Am I learning something? Is this theologically sound?
It's the worship. Is the congregation actually worshiping--am I worshiping? Am I forgetting about me, my problems, my whining, my flesh, my opinions, and focusing my all on Him. Him, the Star-Breather, the Savior--the God who made us for His fellowship and glorification.
That's our whole purpose on this green earth. If we are not fellowshipping with our Holy Creator in every word we say, in every reaction of every relationship, and in every deed every day--we are running from true existence. We're forming a lie for us to live inside of. If we do not lose ourselves and gain Christ every day, when we meet with Him in our quiet times, and when we assemble with fellow believers, we've forgotten purpose; we're hypocrites.
It doesn't matter if Chris Tomlin or Isaac Watts wrote what I'm singing. What matters is if I actually mean the words I'm reading off the wall or hymnbook. It doesn't matter if there's a drum beat thrown in or if the sweet little lady is playing straight out of the hymnbook. It's what sweet fragrance Almighty God is delighting in-- or not.
Worship--it's purpose, it's existence, it's a state of heart.