Tonight we were driving home when Elsie spotted the full moon. “Look! I see it! It’s a new moon!” She wanted her window down so she could see it even better. “I’ve never seen that one before!” All the way home, she just kept exclaiming over it. I thought how God must be smiling. Perhaps a lot of us went all evening without regarding God’s amazing creation. But there was a little girl who worshiped and praised the God who made the moon. We often make worship out to be something more fancy than it is. I’m just learning that it doesn’t land at a certain time or place or have to be done a certain way. I’m thankful for a God who accepts our worship from a pure heart. Jesus said in John 4-:23-24
“But the time is coming—it has, in fact, come—when what you’re called will not matter and where you go to worship will not matter. It’s who you are and the way you live that count before God. Your worship must engage your spirit in the pursuit of truth. That’s the kind of people the Father is out looking for: those who are simply and honestly themselves before him in their worship. God is sheer being itself—Spirit. Those who worship him must do it out of their very being, their spirits, their true selves, in adoration.”
I love that Jesus spoke those words. He only wants our true selves, adoring Him. It may be with a guitar in hand. It may be with our hands in a dirty pile of dinner dishes. It may be with a pen and paper. It may be with our feet hitting the ground as we run. It may be with our faces bowed low to the ground, or it may be with our faces looking upwards in the night sky at the moon.