You know, the kind where you are very quiet and talk in whispers the moment you get out of the car at church on Sunday morning.It was very normal to me, it was good and I liked it that way.
So I was quite shocked at the first ever praise evening I attended. There was music! Loud! Lights! Songs that repeated themselves! People lifting their hands up! People (I’ll say it very quietly so as not to shock you to much)?dancing! ?Well, they were swaying their hips anyway!
I married a wise man who was and is very patient and loving and kind and puts up with my?prejudices.
Sometimes he grins a little. Sometimes he might even snort. But for the most part he’s very sweet.?Giving me time to get over myself and get over my pre-conceived notions of how life works.
Then when I find out that that’s not exactly how it is, he usually refrains from saying ‘I told you so’ and just makes do with a teasing know-it-all smile.
This summer at TeenStreet I found myself way up front (up front, I tell you!) and singing a worship song (one of those repeating ones) and lifted my hands up (like, while I was standing up front! Like, all of the other 4000 people there could see me lifting my hands up!) and I didn’t even think of that fact, and just?worshiped?God for being so, so Awesome.
Not?comparable?to a donut, which I have been known to call awesome. (the ones from Walmart, not Krispy Creme) that was beside the point.
So my point is…
Worhsip comes in many shapes and sizes and styles.
Sometimes I want the Hersbergers, my favorite accapella singers, or the Smuckers.
Other times, I listen to the Outbreakband. Or?Casting Crowns.
And to my husbands horror but my delight, the Sommers Melodies. Oh childhood memories!
And I can worship with all of them. Because it’s really not the styles that count so much as what is in my heart and why I am doing what I do.
linking up with lisajobaker.com at incourage.me for five minute friday
I’m doing a review with giveaway of Pain Redeemed on wednesday?so stay tuned!
Love this! We all have our worship prejudices and I often wonder why it is so hard to get over them. I think it is because worship is intensely personal and it pains us to think that our experience may not be adequate, appropriate, or complete. That maybe others know something we don’t know. That we might appear to others to not be worshipping “correctly.” (gasp!) Good thing we only really have to please an audience of ONE. 🙂 Blessings to you!