ECHO

The other night, before I turned off the lights, I was reading a new book I picked up (The Air I Breath, by Louie Giglio).  It's an inspirational book and meant to challenge the reader to see "worship as a way of life". 

Well, to be honest, I was just reading the words, but not really comprehending or thinking about what I was reading.  My emotions were still pretty wired after a high school volleyball game earlier that evening.  But then I came across a sentence that said:

GOD DOESN'T LET US WORSHIP HIM FOR FREE.

I kept reading, but those words kept echoing in my mind, heart and spirit.  Finally, after hearing those words echo as I kept reading, I stopped and turned back to that page and read it again.

God.      Doesn't.      Let.       Us.       Worship.       Him.       For.      Free.   

I thought God liked my worship.  I thought when I offered him my praise on Sunday mornings, He was pleased.  Then I looked at the next sentence that said;

Our worship cost Him the life of His only Son.

Wow.  In order for me to praise and worship God the way I do, the Son of God had to

take my penalty.  So even when I praise and worship God, it originates from God, not me. Praising and worshipping God isn't just something I do.  It's something I GET to do.  And I GET to do it because of the cross.

This weekend, our church will celebrate communion. 

As we sing;

as we take the bread;

as we take the cup;

let's also celebrate His great gift of salvation and remember...

GOD DOESN'T LET US WORSHIP HIM FOR FREE.