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The State of Worship, Part 2: Purpose and Motivation
The first part of this post was (honestly) mostly a rant, but it outlined some of the problem from my perspective. I make no claims that it is THE perspective to view this debate from, only that it could be a common one. Having been a guitarist for six years, which is longer than I’ve been a Christian (and thus listening to Christian music), I bring a “less-churched,” if not an “un-churched,” perspective to the table.
Worship is ANYTHING that we do that fulfills God’s purpose for us and thus glorifies Him. This can be anything from working in your garden and rearing children with your spouse (Genesis 1:28) to writing and playing sweet guitar riffs (Psalm 33:3). If we do these things with God-given motivation and purpose, then we are worshipping Him indeed!
A fair number of Christians, particularly those in the American Evangelical Christian “sub-culture,” seem to have abandoned or compromised the very motivations and purposes that define worship, with respect to music. Read more »
“Rise Inside”
I thought I’d do something a little different for my post this week. Instead of the usual intellectual musings, I am going to engage my right brain and post some lyrics I wrote mostly about a year and half ago. I say “mostly” because they were largely unfinished until a few weeks ago, when I finally put that last touch on them and am satisfied with them enough to declare them “finished.” Ironically, they are even more relevant and true for me today than they were back then. Let me know what you think!
Rise Inside
A screech, a lie, an ended life.
She reels, you sigh, he needs his wife.
Of war and strife, we never rest
God hears our cries, and we are blessed.
A break, a tear, we all hold dear
The faith, the hope, the love that’s near.
Of war and strife, we never rest
God hears our cries, and we are blessed.
The older we grow, the sorrows we know,
Rise inside.
The harder we fall, the praises we call,
Rise inside.
She falls, into me, her tears come fast.
I call, to you, I’m at my last.
Of war and strife, we never rest
God hears our cries, and we are blessed.
The older we grow, the sorrows we know,
Rise inside.
The harder we fall, the praises we call,
Rise inside.
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