IT’S AMAZING THAT WE CAN BE IN GOD’S HOUSE ALL MORNING
AND SOMETIMES NEVER SEE ‘HIM’, NEVER WORSHIP,
IN THE MIDST OF OUR ROUTINE.
WITHOUT WORSHIP, WE’RE JUST “PLAYING CHURCH”
INSTEAD OF TRULY ENTERING THE PRESENCE OF ‘GOD’…
3 While He was in Bethany, reclining at the table in the home of a man known as SIMON THE LEPER, a woman came with an alabaster jar of very expensive perfume, made of pure nard. She broke the jar and poured the perfume on His head.
…8 She did what she could. She poured perfume on My body beforehand to prepare for My burial. 9 I tell you the truth, wherever the gospel is preached throughout the world, what she has done will also be told, in memory of her.”
ROBERTSON MCQUILKIN’S ACT OF WORSHIP
ROBERTSON MCQUILKIN, former president of Columbia International University of Columbia, South Carolina, wrote this testimony:
Life was heavy on me. My dearest friend and intimate companion, my delightful wife Muriel, was slipping away, one painful loss at a time, as Alzheimer’s disease ravaged her brain. Just as the full impact of what was happening to us hit home, the life of Bob, our eldest son, was snuffed out in a diving accident.
Two years later, to care for Muriel, I left my life work at its peak. I was numb. Not bitter, let alone angry. Why should I be? That’s the way life is, life in a broken world. But the passion in my love for God had evaporated, leaving a residue of resignation where once had been vibrant faith.
I knew that I was in deep trouble, and I did the only thing I knew to do—I went away to a mountain hideaway for prayer and fasting. It took about twenty-four hours to shake free of preoccupation with my own wounds and to focus on the excellencies of God. As I did, slowly love began to be rekindled. And with love came joy.
I wrote God a love letter, naming forty-one of his marvelous gifts to me, spotlighting eleven of his grandest acts in history, and exulting in ten of his characteristics that exceed my imagination. Surely he enjoyed my gratitude—who doesn’t appreciate gratitude?
But I discovered something else. Something happened to me. I call it the reflex action of thanksgiving. My love flamed up from the dying embers, and my spirit soared. I discovered that ingratitude impoverishes—but that A HEAVY HEART LIFTS ON THE WINGS OF PRAISE.
WORSHIP IS AN EXPERIENCE ‘GOD’ USES TO MEET US
AT OUR POINT OF NEED.