Two days ago I posted a YouTube video of a young woman singing
Come,
Thou Fount of Every Blessing. As I listened to the hymn, I was reminded that the Triune God alone is
the source of all blessing. When the words “prone to wander from the God I
love” were sung, I knew only too well it described me. And yet, God’s mercy is
“never ceasing.”
Sometimes the words of a hymn break through our
everydayness, driving home our condition, as well as our redemption, and re-awakening
us to absurdly marvelous truths.
In this, I don’t worship God enough. I don't incorporate it into daily life. So when I came across
this video, that’s what I did, right then and there. But not only that, I prayed for a
continuing attitude of worship; an ongoing joy of living in the knowledge of
God, lest my worship end with the last musical note.
To worship God is to have everything else pale in comparison.
It is to see Him and His works alone as worthy. Worship, like prayer, can, and
ideally must, become a way of living this Christian life. We needn’t wait for
the congregation. We needn’t wait for the choir or praise band. We needn’t wait
for Sunday. And we especially needn’t wait for emotion.
Worship is more a state of being than an act, a state of, as
the hymn puts it, having our hearts tuned to His grace and sealed for His
courts above. Worship, indeed, is allowing God’s “goodness, like a fetter” to bind
our wandering hearts to Him.
copyright Barb Harwood
Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing
Come thou fount of every blessing
Tune my heart to sing thy grace
Streams of mercy never ceasing
Call for songs of loudest praise
Teach me some melodious sonnet
Sung by flaming tongues above
I'll praise the mount, I'm fixed upon it
Mount of thy redeeming love
Here I raise my Ebenezer
Hither by thy help I come
And I hope by thy good pleasure
Safely to arrive at home
Jesus sought me when a stranger
Wondering from the fold of God
He, to rescue me from danger
Interposed His precious blood
O to grace how great a debtor daily I'm constrained to be!
Let thy goodness like a fetter, bind my wandering heart to thee
Prone to wander Lord I feel it, prone to leave the God I love
Here's my heart, O take and seal it, seal it for thy courts
above.” Robert Robinson, 1758
“Yet a
time is coming and has now come when the true worshipers will worship the
Father in spirit and truth, for they are the kind of worshipers the Father
seeks. God is spirit, and his worshipers must worship in spirit and in truth.”
John 4: 23-24
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