Worship is a tough topic to ponder. What is it, really? I’m certain it doesn’t require a building. Or a certain day of the week. Try to cram it into a formula and it will cease to be what it is. You can plan for it, program it, schedule it … and it can still fail to show up.
Clearly worship isn’t what I thought it was when my 7-year-old rear sat in a wooden pew while I sang I’ll Fly Away and wondered if my double dipping in the communion crackers was an unforgivable sin.
I received a beautiful email from a reader and friend last week. Most of it I will not share. With anyone. It’s precious and will lose something of it’s rarity in the publicity. But I will share with you one very poignant line …
“All I know is, no matter what we do or where we are,
even the willingness to wake up in the morning and try again with all our stuff
– IS WORSHIP.”
Beautiful. That’s what Dare to Live is all about … being willing to wake up one more day, and use
and even your mess
… to live. For Him.