Waiting

I hate waiting. My skin crawls. My stomach over produces acid and I pace around with a nervous tick. I am not talking about waiting just for the sake of waiting but, waiting when you are in a hurry or you need the information you are waiting for to make decisions about other things. Ugh. I feel as if people that wait well deserve recognition...like a crown in heaven or at least a homemade certificate designed on Publisher. Waiting does not mean you are a patient person--it usually means you don't have a choice or at least you have convinced yourself you don't. It's awful...enough for now my over-acidic stomach is beckoning for me to pace.

What is Worship?

It is easy to get sidetracked in thinking about worship...a word that doesn't seem to fit into my daily grind of a life. What does worship (this seemingly sacred word) have to do with grocery shopping, doing the laundry, even studying theological concepts?

In processing through this untouchable word, Worship, primarily seen as the adoration of a deity, I see so little of me and so much of something beyond me. Then it occurs to me, that is the point.

Worship is not about me.

It is a spiritualized term that begins and ends with God. He or She does something magnificent (idk. like leaving the throne of the Universe to take on human form, live a humble life, and die a suffering death for the sake of my sorry self) so that I am compelled to respond in adoration. It begins with this God and it it ends with this God. What I offer in between, a life of integrity, sacrifice, and service, is worship.

I hope that I am able to remember that the next time someone cuts me off in traffic.