The girls’ Halloween loot is tucked high in our pantry and their costumes are back in the dress-up bin. November tiptoed quietly in, without the fanfare of a New Year, but it still somehow feels like a fresh restart. Even in our deep-South coastal town, there’s enough of a chill for long sleeves and jackets, and I know the holidays are coming. Days when we give thanks, and remember the Birth of Salvation.
I feel a newness in the air. And I’m begging God to remove the staleness from me… the dry bones
… the dead flesh
. If I’m not living to worship, I’m not really living at all.
Several years ago, Brad and I wedged into a crowded amphitheater with friends to watch some big-name Christian artists put on a Christmas concert. The opening band was young, less known, and less experienced. But in two short songs, their music powerfully pulled me into the Presence of God. I couldn’t wait for the big acts to really show us God’s glory.
Crowds cheered as the more famous bands appeared. Then, a hush fell. The first notes vibrated…
It was Jingle Bells.
And then a song about Christmas toys.
And then Walking in a Winter Wonderland.
Sweet songs, but all secular and not worshipful. Despite pleasing and nostalgic melodies, the concert fell very flat.
My life is like that most days. Life lacks luster when it isn’t spent reflecting the One True Light. My weeks often pass like a long boring sermon — the kind where even the preacher is disinterested in his topic and no longer sees wonder that the Great God came down to us.
So, on this first Monday of November, I’m claiming fresh starts.
I’m tired of walking dead. Halloween is over. I need the Life of Christ to awaken me.
I need His Resurrection inside of me, showing me how to serve, how to love, how to walk, how to pray, how to praise.
Worship isn’t singing on Sunday mornings. Worship is how we take each breath, each step, each moment in reliance and praise of our Maker. Whatever we do for Christ — whatever is worshipful — that is what matters in eternity. That is what will last. And anything we do that isn’t for the glory of God? It will perish. It will fade. It will become meaningless.
I want my life to be a lasting beauty, don’t you? God, consume us for sweet, lasting worship.
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