Jan 12, 2010
The act of worship
I am pretty sure my Jesus was in on my workout session today. I had no special lighting or ambience. In fact, all I really had was a praise CD, an open heart, and a willingness to obey. "It is rising up, all around, it's the anthem of the Lord's renown" the earth truly is full of His glory. I realized that it was up to me whether or not I choose to enter into it. Our God is holy and He is a jealous lover. He will not be reduced to second thought, second place, or even second on the to-do list. There I stood in my living room doing all sorts of aerobic excersizes, and adding lunges (where one would not think an added lunge would be necessary). As I excersized, I sang loud, I sang off key, and I sang from my heart. It was 5:00 in the evening, I had worked all day and quite honestly thought of my God very little up until that point. But it was there, in my living room, admist the songs, that my heart began to worship and every thought became captive to His praises. Perspective began to change. "Beautiful Jesus, how may I bless your heart?" was beginning to sound radically different from the prayers I prayed yesterday. It was in my living room I realized that all I do should really be an act of worship. When I wash those pots and pans as an act of humility (without my usual grumpy attitude) to serve my family, I am giving glory to my Maker. And if for more than just an evening, I would awake to the thought of how I could bless my beautiful Jesus, my life would in turn become, an act of worship.