The Object of Our Affection
Worship. What do you think of when you hear that word? Who do you think of?
For a long time when I was asked those same questions, my initial reaction was always the response that I thought people wanted to hear. It was a “churched up” answer that included a showy and impersonal public production. I thought that showing up each Sunday morning with my hands raised and my eyes closed singing words to a song I wasn’t even paying attention to was worship. I didn’t put stock into the lyrics or thought behind the prayers I was crying out, and I certainly didn’t allow myself to acknowledge the real things I was worshipping outside of Sunday mornings. Then the Lord took me to Kenya and changed my entire perspective.
It took sitting on a roughly made wooden bench in a church constructed of sticks and patches of tarp, watching 20 or so Kenyan children dance and sing in a language I didn’t understand for the Lord to open my eyes to the meaning of true worship. Worship is from the soul; it is a cry from the depths of our hearts to a God who has an unconditional and never ending love for us. Worship isn’t about our preferences or being comfortable, and it certainly isn’t about putting on a show for the people around us. It’s about our personal relationship with our Father and what is pleasing to Him.
Worship isn’t just for Sunday mornings, either. We have to make every breath of every day be in conscious worship to our Lord. It is incredibly easy for us to allow other things to sneak in and become our objects of worship. Jesus will not share His glory. It’s never “Jesus and…” It’s always “Jesus or…” You can only have one God, and we have remember that idols are battling for our hearts every day.
Make worship personal. In the quiet of your room, in the bustle of 5 o’clock traffic, in the middle of your day wherever you are, remember that He is the only worthy object of our affection.