This past Sunday we celebrated the Feast of Pentecost at our church. It was quite a moving service. The church was filled with beautiful flowers and the icons seemed especially bright. Maybe it was because I missed last Sunday, but the Liturgy seemed like a wonderful conversation with the Trinity. The thrice prostration, the prayers said by Father over us was too much to bear and I was moved to tears by the beauty and majesty of God on this special day. I loved being in God's house last Sunday. I loved worshiping Him with my brothers and sisters.
Although I enjoy worshipping God, sometimes I wonder if God enjoys my worship. After all, what could I offer Him that he doesn't already have? How could my worship be pleasing to One surrounded by angels, saints and throngs of unceasing worshipers? How could me a sinner, offer anything pleasing to God?
That's when I thought about the refrigerator door. When you and I as God's children take the time and effort in this polluted world stained by sin to whisper a prayer to the Savior. When a man overwhelmed by life's stress and anxiety bows before the Lord. When a child lights a candle in wonder and adoration. Whenever any of God's creation worships him, it's like a Picasso to Him - beautiful, wonderful, amazing. A masterpiece of creativity that he proudly hangs on the doors of heaven's refrigerator and says, "look what my kids have made for me. Isn't it beautiful."
It helps me to think of my worship in this way. First, it shows the worth of my efforts to God and that no deed goes unnoticed. Secondly, it helps keep me humble. I'm just a little kid drawing pictures for my Daddy. How gracious of Him to receive something from my hands. The church needs to hear this. No matter how big the church. No matter how beautiful the worship space. No matter how cool or hip the worship team (for my Protestant friends:)) , we're all just little kids drawing pictures out of love for our Father. How gracious that He loves our art because He's in love with the artist!
