I've been doing it since before I was born, but occasionally I stop and
wonder why.
Going to church was never an option while I lived
with my parents. Other than my paternal grandparents, my first
babysitters were the ladies in the church nursery. When I attended "big
church," my grandmother fed me silver bells (Hershey's Kisses) to keep
me occupied. I cut teeth on chairs and pews, and unless I was deathly
sick, I went willingly . . . Or reluctantly, to every service. Being
forced to attend worship services established a pattern that has
continued to the present. But exactly why do I continue this
routine-this ritual, week in and week out?
The psalmist described
his worship as a joyful experience. "Come, let us sing to the LORD! Let
us shout joyfully to the Rock of our salvation . . . For the LORD is a
great God" (Psalm 95:1, 3 NLT).
I worship God because he's
powerful. A being vigorous enough to create worlds with a word deserves
my attention. God commanded light to appear, and it happened. He
instructed the earth to be filled with living critters, and they
materialized. He commanded humans to surface, and they emerged. Formed
from the dust of the earth and endowed with the breath of God, they
walked around, reproduced . . . And sinned.
When humanity had
made a complete mess of what God's power created, he decided to send his
Son to die for their sins. A god brawny enough to devise such an
ingenious and loving plan deserves my worship. A god with enough power
to cast my sins into the depths of forgetfulness grabs my attention,
love, and service.
Have you been worshipping God only because
it's been the ritual you were taught? If so, why not change directions
and worship him because he deserves it.
Prayer: Bring us Most
High God into Your throne room of grace, and accept our worship as we
thank You for being a powerful and loving God.