I see it every week. From the vantage point given to me I’ve realized that we’re all vulnerable. At some point I think we all miss out on the reality that true worship isn’t about filling a seat in a church. It isn’t about singing the songs. It isn’t even about how often you show up…or don’t.
It can be so easy to show up week after week, Wednesday after Wednesday and claim to have experienced worship. When in reality, we’ve missed it altogether. I’m challenged by the fact that we work endlessly preparing our part of the service that we forget to prepare our heart. We forget (or neglect) to prepare the very place that will be opened to receive Jesus.
When I glance out to the chairs filled with young adults- the people who will shape the future of our church- I’m concerned that we’re missing something. Given the time we have together, we seem to be so numb to the process of preparation that we avoid it altogether. And still, we stand with our hands in our pockets, our faces without expression, holding back a heart that begs to be poured out for the love of our King. I pray that those faces will look up to heaven instead of to the stage. I pray they’ll seek Jesus instead of what this world has to offer, no matter how beautiful it may be. I pray that those hearts will melt when they’re met with the song of God’s love, grace, forgiveness, and peace. Lord let me be transparent. Let us truly worship you.