Worship

As I pull open the door to the sanctuary each week, my eyes search immediately to see whether or not he’s playing that day: the man on the guitar, in the back.  As I lack any musical ability whatsoever (someday I’ll recount my 7th grade choir audition for you), I don’t know the specific instrument he plays; I just know it’s in the guitar ‘family.’

We have a gifted, faithful and God-centered group of musicians who offer their time and talent back to the Lord each week.  I regard them each highly.  This man, however, stands out to me, despite the fact that he’s not ‘up front’ as one of the vocalists of the team.

You see, at any given point during the music, it is evident to me that he is utterly and unabashedly worshipping.  He’s not leading song for the rest of us, he is worshipping. And it’s beautiful.  His feet keep time in a march of praise.  He doesn’t wear a mic, but he sings.  He turns his body slightly off center, away from us, almost as if that physical act reminds him for Whom he plays: God alone.  His eyes are often closed, but without any spiritual pretense.  He seems oblivious to the presence of another person in the room, let alone many people, giving no attention to what others might think of him.   Read More