Our worship is corrupt.
When will we see that we are not holy, that we are not clean and that we are not worthy. Worship ends when the lights go up, when the concert starts, when our minds corrupt the very thing that God desires, the only thing that He requires. What we need to really stop and do, is praise our Father, not the cool guitar dude.
I’m not saying I hate contemporary worship, believe me, I’ve been a part of it. What I hate is the people giving half their heart not all of it. Things change, I get it, but the core should stay the same, we sing to feel good, instead of to be changed. “How many people go to your church, oh, well mine is better. We have 5 services, you’re still sending out invite letters.”
I’ll be the first to fess up, I made it about me, Lord, I messed up. Now is when the choir chimes in, with a quiet ”mmhmm” and a loud “Amen.” How could I treat your bride so poor? How could I turn into a selfish little whore? I’ve fallen into a spiritual sleep, my heart’s not awake for You, and my love is so cheap.
Help us, Lord, to stop just “feeling good,” because our poor heart of worship is worse than the pain you withstood.