We could make worship all about the music, the volume of the guitar, the skill of the vocalists.
We could turn it into a show of whose hands are raised, and whose are not.
We could get preoccupied with searching for a church
with the right worship style,
in the right kind of building,
with the right kind of pews (or folding chairs)
next to people dressed the right way.
And we could suddenly forget that worship is not about the music.
It’s not about the place we show up on Sunday mornings.
It’s not about who sits next to us.
It’s not even about church.
It’s about God.
But if I’m not careful, I could get so wrapped in that one hour every Sunday morning, that I might miss the God-worship being sung all around me, during the other 167 hours of the week.
In the Bible, people worshipped by “getting down.”
They didn’t wait for Sunday. They didn’t worry about what they wore. They didn’t concern themselves with expectations of religious elites.
They got down.
In the Book of Genesis: “They bowed low and they worshiped.” …
“They bowed in worship.” …
“At once, Moses fell to the ground and worshiped.”
So, I too will “get down,” here at Getting Down With Jesus and in my everyday life.
I will worship.
I’ll take an old Bible, and I’ll open it up to the Easter story in the spring, and the Christmas story in December, and I’ll keep it on the kitchen shelf all season long.
And I’ll turn up the music when I awake, and leave it on all day long, letting praises ring through speakers and voices and souls.
And then, in a stolen moment while the girls play, I’ll rest on my chair, and highlight a favorite passage and commit it to memory. And then I’ll post the passages in my office, and by my kitchen sink, and on the tablet of my heart, so I won’t forget the promises.
I’ll cover my home with reminders of the Object of my Worship
. I’ll hang a cross on the closet door, and a print of the Walk to Emmaus in my bedroom, a signpost above my laundry room window …
And yes … I will worship Him on Sunday, too, in that hour when we gather together as the Body.
But how will I worship the other 167 hours of the week?
I won’t worry about what I’m wearing.
I won’t worry about who’s watching.
I won’t give a thought to whether I sing off key.
I won’t wait for Sunday.
I will worship Him now.
I will bow low.
For I’m getting down.