So, for the last couple of weeks I've put off writing for Five-Minute-Friday until the evening and by then I'm too tired or too busy to make a proper post, so it doesn't happen. This week I decided to bite the bullet and do it now, while I'm awake and not currently occupied. I've got lunch in my belly and Bean is not currently demanding that I go to the bathroom. So here goes, this week's word is "worship"
Worship. What comes to mind is not just being in a worship service with other believers, though that certainly is a form of worship I often engage in, but it's so much more than that. It's what happens when I look up at the stars on a clear night on the farm and wonder in amazement at the details there. It's what happens when I'm in outside in a beautiful countryside or out on a lake and see the life around me. It's what happens when I pick up a new cria and and note the perfection with which it was made. It's what happens every time (or at least often) when I feel Bean kicking in my stomach or hear the heartbeat at the midwife. Those times and many others fill me with the desire to worship the Creator and Author of life.
Worship is also being in church or at camp and signing and singing songs and lifting praises towards the heaven, but it's also so much more.
Sometimes worship becomes corrupted and I begin to worship the wrong things. I worship ideals. I worship things. I worship my image - both physical and otherwise. I worship other people. When I worship the wrong things I'm not singing praises to them in song, I don't pray to them, but I do put an improper emphasis on them and devote too much of my time to them....