The Old Testament tells about a time when David danced before the Lord. (2 Samuel 6:14) David was so passionate that he could find no other way to express his passion, and he danced before the Lord with all his might. His wife was not real happy about him doing that. But God loved it!
When was the last time that you danced before God?
There are some people, in some churches, who take pride in knowing a lot about God. They may fill their minds up with a lot of information, but when it comes to worship, no one has ever been so moved that they actually—moved.
I grew up knowing a lot about that kind of church. I grew up Southern Baptist, who are very vocal but not a very demonstrative people. We didn’t move much. (Easy to confuse that with dancing.) If you raised your hand in a service an usher would come and escort you to the bathroom. He just assumed that was your question.
A few years ago during the congregational singing, while I was sitting on the front chair getting ready to preach, I looked back at my wife and gave her a wink and a smile with my eyes. It was one of those moments where many years of commitment, shared experiences and love compressed into a look of deep love. It wasn’t a lingering look—just long enough for both of us to know how the other felt about us.
I turned around and sang the rest of song and then the worship leader had us do the meet and greet. I sat down and looked over my sermon notes when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I looked around to see a middle-aged woman sitting down on the edge of the chair behind me. She said something I have never forgotten, “Pastor, I noticed the way you were looking at Lynette and I just want to tell you that I would give anything if my husband ever looked at me like you just looked at your wife.” Then she got up, gave my wife a hug, and went and stood beside her husband.
It amuses me that we will look at each other with deep looks of love and longing and we will applaud and high five each other while watching a football game and hour after mind-numbing hour watching American Idol yet be as still as a statue when we worship the living God. I wonder if God ever is tempted to say to us, “I would give anything for you to look at me the way you look at a football team or your wife or your new-born baby.”
Tens of thousands of people crowded St. Peter’s square on Wednesday to witness the introduction of Pope Francis before millions of people on a worldwide stage. They were enamored and deeply moved by the presentation. I have to admit when he asked for the people to pray for him and then bowed at the waist to receive the blessing from the people a tear came to my eye at such a display of humility.
We are moved when mere men show that kind of selflessness. What about when the God-man voluntarily allowed Himself to be brutalized on a cross for my sin and yours? Does that act not deserve our longing look and tear-stained face?
This Saturday evening would you consider preparing your heart for worship? All it takes is a few quiet moments alone with your God asking him to cleanse you and fill you with His Spirit. Humbly bow and receive that blessing and then Sunday morning go to Church and do the Baptist Two-Step before the Lord.