I sit on the pew. The wafer of bread lies in my palm—so small, and yet so powerful.
The body of Christ, broken for you.
The organ plays and the choir sings, and the tang of grape juice hits my tongue.
The blood of Christ shed for you.
For a moment I realize that I’m connected to something much larger and more powerful than I had ever dreamed. We, the fellowship of saints, together with that great cloud of witnesses who has gone before, are joined in the common purpose of worshipping our king.
Worship is not about me. It’s about him.
In worship, I recognize that he is God and I am not.
I recognize him as the one worthy of all praise.
I admit that I am not the audience for worship. Instead, I join my voice with the great choir from every nation, tribe, and tongue, crying “Worthy is the Lamb.”
He alone is worthy.
And as I forge my own link in the chain of saints throughout the ages I realize how petty our silly quarrels and worship wars are, as if God were ever small enough to be praised in only one language or worship style. We need the rootedness and history of the great hymns of our faith. We need the creative challenges of new songs, and every once in a while we need to join with our African brothers and sisters who know that music isn’t just something you hear—it’s something you do with your whole body. The drum, the flute, the bongo, the banjo, our voices, our hands-—all these we lift in worship. For he is worthy of our praise.
We were made to worship.
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