Lately I’ve been hearing a very specific calling to redefine what “worship” really means. I use the term redefine not in the sense that the definition of it has changed, but redefine as in the definition for myself. Ten years ago when I was away at college, the pastor at a local church said something I thought was so profound, “Sunday shouldn’t be your day of worship, Sunday should be a celebration of the worshiping you have been doing all week.” I loved that. I was at such a vulnerable place in my life, newly freed from the nest, searching for something more, and I left that service on the HALLELUJAH train.
Then life happened, and the older I got, the more responsibility I had, and the less I found time (or made time, for accountability purposes) for “worship”. To be honest, a few years later I found myself believing I didn’t even need church to have a relationship with God, so I wasn’t even worshiping on Sundays. Now to be fair, over the last two years God has brought me back to my center with Him, and I’ve found an amazing church I now call home. But, for some reason lately He has been pushing me to look past what I think worship is, and redefine what it looks like for me.
I think in general most audiences when they hear the word worship would associate it with music. The songs we sing in the first fifteen minutes of church, or when you sing along to the gospel music in your car. That’s where my mind goes when I hear the term. So why am I talking about redefining the term now? Because until today, I thought the sudden “What does worship really mean?” messaging during recent church sermons and my women’s group was a reminder for everyone else that they needed to be spending more time with God.
Oh wait, it’s about me?…
In all transparency, I’ve been feeling a void lately and there’s been this little push inside that I need to spend more time with God, but I’ve been ignoring it. I was even talking with a woman at my study about the messaging of, worship is not just singing songs on Sunday, it’s the whole act of spending time with God, and I pointed to what that pastor had said ten years ago, “Isn’t that just great!” Yet here I am, ignoring the push to get back into my daily grind with Him.
What I love about God though, is He never stops showing up, even when you are avoiding him. So I open my daily devotional this morning and what do you know-
“We have to understand, praise isn’t just about singing songs on Sunday mornings. Praise is the expression of gratefulness to Father God for who He is and all the He has done… Today, enter into His gates with Thanksgiving and open the door for Him to move on your behalf!”
Today, not wait for Sunday, today. So here I sit, writing to you, humbled by His grace and mercy as I am reminded that He is the answer. What does worship mean to me? Time that I spend daily with God, in His word, in His presence, praising Him for all He has done and is doing in my life, and for all that is yet to come.
“Enter His gates with thanksgiving, and into His courts with praise. Be thankful to Him and bless His name.” Psalm 100:4