"He has put a new song in my mouth— Praise to our God; Many will see it and fear, And will trust in the LORD." -Psalm 40:3
When many people think about worship (if it is even a concept they can grasp-see my blogs "Thoughts After Getting A Speeding Ticket..." and "Speeding Tickets and Worship (the continuation)..."), they think of something that is heard. Something for the ears. Something that is done by a well rehearsed band, on a Sunday morning (perhaps also on a Wednesday night) and joined by the crowd of church attendees who believe they are reaching their weekly quota of worship.
Imagine if worship was not only heard, though, but seen.
If worship needed to be a combination of both, the hearing and seeing.
If worship, when both seen and heard, caused those watching to move from disbelief to awe, from contempt and aversion to admiration and adoration, from distrust to trust in the One we are worshipping.
Many people place musical worship in this tiny, sometimes 20 minute slot on a Sunday morning. Using it as the background to which people walk in to or out of their church service or using it as the preamble to the "real meat of the service," the pastor and the teaching and never for leading those who don't know Him into a knowledge of Him. Never in hope that someone might be lead from death to life through only the act of watching.
A while back my husband and I were at a church worshipping. We are not on stage, for once, but in the crowd, joining the people who were gathered, voicing rising in adoration of our Savior.
At on point I noticed the girl who was on stage singing background vocals. Each word she was singing should have been enough to pull her arms toward the sky and draw her mouth into the shape of laughter but instead she looked as though she was irritated that she had chipped her fingernail polish and ruined her manicure. Although I don't know the girl and have no idea what thoughts were actually going on internally while standing on stage as a part of the worship "leading" team, I do know that it looked like she wanted to be anywhere but there, that she could care less about what she was saying, that it meant nothing to her.
This made me sad. What if someone was there for the first time,trying to wrap their brain around this "worship" thing? Because they wouldn't know the songs, they would be watching, taking it in, learning and this Sunday morning, perhaps it would look like this portion of the service was meaningless.
David describes a song that was not only heard but was seen. His worship was so thorough both externally and internally that people learned of Christ and lives were changed.
What did he, David, look like? Was he jumping up and down? Was he dancing (as he had been known to do)? Was he on his knees? Was in front of thousands or 20?
We don't know, but, he was so caught up in his praise of our God that he didn't over-think the correct angle at which his arms should be raised or if his guitarist was playing an edgy enough guitar part or if his jeans were fashionable enough. He did not wait for someone else to share the gospel or do an altar call. He just worshipped. He allowed God to put a new song in his mouth, a song of praise and BOOM! People turned from hopelessness to hope, from darkness to light, from wandering lost to realizing they are found. People were saved.
Oh my. What a time of worship that must have been.
What does your worship look like today? Is it so real and powerful that people would turn towards Christ? Are you even worshipping today or are you waiting for Sunday and only if the lights are appropriately dim enough and if it is the worship leader you like and if they sing the songs you like?
Your worship has the power to lead people to Christ. Let your whole being, fingertips to toe-tips, shout it so loudly that it could even be seen.
(This is my newest blog in a weekly series where I share my thoughts behind some of my favorite scriptures out of the bible. If you want to see why I've started this weekly undertaking you can go back and read my blog called "Pirates And Their Knots...")