Proper Worship of God
- March 9th, 2010
- By Pooka
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O Lord, what is man that you regard him,
or the son of man that you think of him?
Man is like a breath;
his days are like a passing shadow.
This right here should start us on a track toward proper worship of God. By worship I mean both corporately (in church, singing, preaching and praying) and privately (singing, studying and praying). I believe that all of these are of the same substance. We should approach them with the same sentiment, language and posture. One does not boogie dance to music, look pious and clingy in prayer and then studious and critical in study and claim a consistency of understanding of what worship really is. In support of this argument, one of my all-time favorite verses:
Romans 12: 1 I appeal to you therefore, brothers, by the mercies of God, to present your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and acceptable to God, which is your spiritual worship.
This post will be sort of ramblish again in quality, but I’m trying to capture the point of an important subject. Notice: I’m not targeting CCM or Standing-up-hands-raised or other controversial practices (I have no good judgment to offer on these in general). I’m targeting the Mentality, not the Mode. Correct the approach to worship and the mode of worship should fall right into place. Once we’re looking at God the right way, we’ll see the right way to worship him and we’ll be more suited to discern between the man-pleasing pop that’s making people ooh-ah and what makes God say “Exactly Right, faithful servant.”
Think about that. What would God say in return to appropriate praise? If we got it right, would he go “awwwww!? soooo special, good job baby!” Or would he simple nod gravely and affirm it, “Precisely, child, you have cast me in the right light and I am pleased to hear you.”
I’m thoroughly convinced (convicted and intellectually inclined) that our God approves most, if not exclusively of reverence, humility and awe in our worship. He is not “Buddy Jesus” who wants us to pal around with him and “draw close” in a familiar sort of way.
Based on my own antinomian, health&wealth tendencies (I think many of us have these no matter how hard we strive not to), I cannot say I am completely converted to the proper form of worship. And, though God can certainly with no trouble at all fix this, I ‘m pretty sure I’m not gonna be truly “falling on my face in worship and humility” before our Lord until I’m actually in His presence in heaven.
Here is what God is looking for in the practice of worship: Holiness.
What does holiness mean?
Here’s the Dictionary.com answer:
I found this at Precept Austin:
The Hebrew word for holiness is kadesh which means something which is cut off, separate or set apart.
And this is quoted from Tozer at the same site:
Holy is the way God is. To be holy he does not conform to a standard. He is that standard. He is absolutely holy with an infinite, incomprehensible fullness of purity that is incapable of being other than it is. Because he is holy, all his attributes are holy; that is, whatever we think of as belonging to God must be thought of as holy
That basically means to me that when we worship, we pray, praise, revere and examine the qualities of God. We call upon him for our sustenance, our hope and our faith. He upholds us and we depend on the greatness of him, which is his immutability, eternalness, omniscience, omnipotence and so on all of which is HOLY. It is to be feared and revered. We trust him and believe in him and love him with a reverence that has no comparison to the things we love on earth. We don’t love other people like this. That love for other people is closer to our love of things and ideas than it is to a true love of God.
When we worship God, we are worshiping the Creator of all things who was not made. All other things we “worship” are just that — things. They are created. People, toys, money, all are creations. So there should be a marked difference, a FANTASTIC difference between how we relate to God and how we relate to everything else.
Our prayers, our singing, our spoken praise and our approach to the Word of God must be with clean hands, clean hearts, the weight of God’s immense glory bearing us down to the ground, on our knees, faces to the ground. We should be coming to him in a sense of profound awe at our state of being forgiven, the Thing he has done for us, the things he has promised us. We should be struck dumb at the awesomeness of God.
I suggest these for a little bit of an idea:
You’ll see that worship is not filled with anything that’s mushy-gooshie like the love junk that’s passes around most days in our churches. In a sermon recently, our pastor referred to the god who entertains such garbage as the huggy god.
I think a proper (high) view of God demands a proper view of worshiping him. In the Bible, here’s what that looked like:
2 Chronicles 29: they sang praises with gladness, and they bowed down and worshiped.
Nehemiah 8: they bowed their heads and worshiped the Lord with their faces to the ground.
Nehemiah 9: they made confession and worshiped the Lord their God.
Job 1: Job arose and tore his robe and shaved his head and fell on the ground and worshiped.
Matthew 2: they fell down and worshiped him.
Matthew 14: those in the boat worshiped him, saying, “Truly you are the Son of God.”
Revelation 5: the elders fell down and worshiped.
The Lord’s prayer is the example provided upon request by Christ. That should suffice enough for the prayer portion of worship, in content and structure. We can follow its progress through without crossing the line of impropriety and outright disposal of the absolutely prostration-worthy glory of God. OBTW: I really like the King James Version for this one.
Our Father which art in heaven, Hallowed be thy name.
Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done in earth, as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread.
And forgive us our debts, as we forgive our debtors.
And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil:
For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for ever. Amen.
They did NOT sing the sentiment-dripping seeker-sensitive drivel that we hear on the Christian Self-Help Radio today. Here’s a quote from an article on singing from Sproul’s website, ”
These “Jesus-is-my-boyfriend” types of songs can be sacrilegious or profane. While it is true that Scripture portrays the church as the bride of Christ, that imagery is collective, apocalyptic, and creational. It is not romantic, erotic, or sentimental, as such.”
How can we get sentimentally mushy over a God who is the Most Holy One, Creator of Heaven and Earth? What drives us to reducing our speech and song to childish gibberish, foolish repetition and silly puns before him? We don’t grovel and snivel at his feet, licking and murmuring with self-serving promises of fealty as Golem did with Frodo at the brink of Mordor and we don’t sidle up to him with a “side-hug” just fresh from the locker room and go “Good game!”
David did this one in Psalm 139:
Where shall I go from your Spirit?
Or where shall I flee from your presence?
If I ascend to heaven, you are there!
If I make my bed in Sheol, you are there!
If I take the wings of the morning
and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea,
even there your hand shall lead me,
and your right hand shall hold me.
If I say, “Surely the darkness shall cover me,
and the light about me be night,”
even the darkness is not dark to you;
the night is bright as the day,
for darkness is as light with you.
This passage has remained one of my favorites. Even before I was saved I held onto this (though I had no clue why, at the time). My friend, Steve Smith turned me on to a group called the Violet Burning when we were teens and they had a powerful rendition of part of this verse. I believe it is a good picture of how we can dare to come before the throne.
At night I hear the sound
Of two hearts breaking
In the light I see the scars left behind
Through my tears I know
One thing remains
You, always you
I’ve held the hand of fear
In the night I was shaking
I drank the cup of sorrow
The taste so sweet on my lips
I am nothing
I am nothing
Unless you make me more
If I descend into the depths of hell
You will find me
And if I climb above the stars
You are there
Through my tears I know
One thing remains
You, always you
I am weak
I am nothing
I am tired
I am torn in two
I’ve seen the lonely people
Crying out in the night
Screaming out for shelter
From the storms of this life
There is just one thing
That remains
You, always you
If I descend into the depths of hell
You will find me
And if I climb above the stars
You are there
Through my tears I know
One thing remains
You, always you
