It’s Saturday night, thus closing a week of intense spiritual warfare, where I’ve felt like the one losing.
It’s Saturday night, and all I can think about is the other thing I forgot to put on my list, and the pizza box I forgot to put in the recycling, and that one certain thing I like to think I’ve forgiven, yet from which I still struggle to heal.
I should charge my way through that towering stack of papers, worksheets, required listening, and midterm reviews, with the determination to see that “A” lighting up the top of each returned assignment and the satisfaction of a job well done.
I should know that the oh-so-real invisible war has already been won.
I should chip away at that to-do list one mini-goal at a time, refuse to let dumb little mistakes monopolize my thoughts, and surrender the healing process to the hands of the Great Physician.
It’s Saturday night, and my heart feels just as messy as my room. And trust me, that is a mess.
I should really clean my room.
I should really do a lot of things.
But this Saturday night, I am going to worship.
I’m going to clear off the piano bench, and sort through the lead sheets, and break the silence in this empty house at the top of my lungs, and not care that the neighbors will be able to hear every second of it.
I’m going to speak out loud the promises of God which have transcended through the centuries, yet still manage to pour vibrant life into my soul.
I’m going to belt out “Great is Thy Faithfulness” as a direct declaration that the entangling lies of the enemy have met their match in the character of my unchanging, omnipotent Savior.
I’m going to pour out my heart in the presence of my Resurrected Lord, because there is power in the name of Jesus to break every chain, and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom. (2 Cor 3:17)
I’m going to declare, as the thousands upon thousands of angels and elders will declare:
“Worthy is the Lamb that was slain to receive power and riches and wisdom and might and honor and glory and blessing!”
As well as praise, as all creatures in heaven and on earth will praise:
“To him who sits on the throne and to the Lamb be praise and honor and glory and power, for ever and ever!”
Not because of who I am, or how I feel, or for my own benefit, but because of who He is and because He is incomparably and entirely worthy to be praised.
This Saturday night, I have a multitude of responsibilities and commitments and doubts and fears…and a whole lot of brokenness.
I don’t have time to worship. Which is precisely why, in response to the grace of Jesus, I will do exactly that.
“We must never rest until everything inside us worships God.” ~ Tozer
“You never go away from us, yet we have difficulty in returning to You. Come, Lord, stir us up and call us back. Kindle and seize us. Be our fire and our sweetness. Let us love. Let us run.” ~ Augustine