Photo by Jusben on Morgue File.
Today is Sunday. It is the day of the week when we as Christians leave the safety of our domiciles and attend services at our local church. It is the day we call the Lord’s Day. (While admitting, with strict orthodoxy, everyday is in fact the Lord’s!) It is the day we hobnob with our fellow believers, our brothers and sisters in Christ.
It is the day we pray together. Sing together. Worship together. Some, so I am told (I come from a Baptist tradition!) even dance together!
We put on our smiles. Our best dress. Our hats and trimmings. Our hair is just so. Our make-up just right. Our teeth brushed. Our ties straight with the proper knot. Our shoes polished and socks taut.
We get the kids ready. Clothing? Check. Hair brushed and styled? Check. Teeth brushed? Check. Shoes matching? Check. Children in the car before we pull out of the drive? Hey, where’s little Johnny? Okay, okay . . . check.
Bibles in hand? (Or, on devices?) Check. Offering written and ready? Check. Smiles photo quality? Check.
When one thinks about it, it is enough to give even the strongest of wills a bit of a start!
While all the above is fine and necessary in some proportions in their own way: I do pray we do not forget the real reason for all the fuss and fixings.
I pray that today we (I and you) truly worship our Lord, God and Savior.
I pray we do not allow all the little moments that lead up to worship distract us from our worship.
I pray that at least on this day, this Lord’s Day, we will put aside the affairs of Monday through Saturday and concentrate on the One who gives us life and meaning everyday we live.
Praise him today for he is worthy. Praise him because he is deserving of our praise.
Worship him, as Christ taught us, in Spirit and truth.
No matter what anyone else may be doing today on your pew or along your row, purpose in your heart to worship the One who is Creator, Redeemer and Sustainer; because he alone is worthy!
For the LORD is good; his steadfast love endures forever, and his faithfulness to all generations. (Ps. 100.5)