“But the hour is coming, and now is when the true worshippers will worship the Father in spirit and truth; for the Father is seeking such to worship Him. God is Spirit, and those who worship Him must worship in spirit and truth.” John 4:23-24
Today’s church service was different than anything I’ve ever experienced before. I came expecting to receive a word from our Father, and I suppose I did in an unusual way.
We had a guest today, Vicki Yohe. She sang three beautiful praise songs.
But after she finished, it wasn’t followed by preaching as I expected. Vicki stated she felt God wanted her to tell us that the spirit of true worship wasn’t found at our church. I can’t really explain what took place next but we spent more than 90 minutes in worship. No sermon, just worship.
I am not good at worshipping God as I’ve never really known exactly what it entails. When I think of worshipping God, I think of believing in Him and declaring Him as King of my life. But worship is a verb, it’s something that you do.
I am a “quiet” parishioner. Even though I cry often, the tears are usually silent. When I lift my hands, I lift them low. I’ve never spoken in tongues, danced, or ran around the sanctuary. I don’t know why but I suppose it’s because I don’t want to draw attention to myself.
Today I didn’t care.
Like many in the congregation I had to be guided. Without prompting I took the broken vessel that I am straight to the Master Potter. I am believing God for one of His promises and I am willing to wrestle with Him to receive it! I felt so stripped bare of my facade of strength, so vulnerable, so transparent. Exhausted. Humbled. I seriously think I had a spiritual nervous nervous breakdown today. Life has been severely testing me with one trial after another. All of the years I’ve spent running from God, all the rejection, pain, and low self worth I’ve ever felt, the good and bad I’ve done in my life came racing to mind. Today I couldn’t deny the fact that I can’t do a SINGLE thing outside of Jehovah God. It was frightening and liberating at the same time. One of Dr. Charles Stanley’s life principles is to “fight all your battles on your knees” because we “stand tallest and strongest on our knees.”
So I fell down on my knees at the feet of the Lord. I took all of my woes with me and cried unto Him until I could cry no more. I thanked Him. I praised Him. I gave Him the glory He so rightly deserves. “Nobody greater…”
Thankfully I had my good friend right next to me because she literally had to help me get up, lol. Our pastor acknowledged that the church has not done a good job teaching the Body of Christ how to worship. I know I have a lot to learn as I know we are supposed to worship Him in spirit and truth. I am looking forward to worshipping Him the way I am supposed to! Hallelujah! Amen!