Sunday Morning is one of my favorite if not my absolute favorite days of the week. But it’s not for the humble or holy reasons that may come to mind. It’s not because of the opportunity to worship or to even be fed. Those do play in but they are not at the forefront. Some of the top reasons include being able to put on ‘real clothes’ (aka not my ‘workout clothes’ aka yoga pants that may have been on for two/three days straight and when I say straight I mean straight through, they make fabulous sleep wear). Sunday morning no matter the season (for the most part) my handsome hubby is home so I get a helping hand. I generally do not cook on Sunday. We have something quick for breakfast, eat lunch in town, and have a ritual that the kids and I love for supper, popcorn. Sunday afternoon I may even get a nap in. Sunday morning at church I get to see so many of my fabulous friends.
As you can tell from the above reasons they are not the holy reasons they should be. The sole reason for going is not to be fed by the words of scripture. The reason my reasons for loving Sunday morning are so off are because I’m horrible at being holy. I’m horrible at being holy so phrases like Jesus lover make my stomach do a flip. What I am so thankful for is that it has so little to do with my love for Jesus and everything to do with his love for me.
I have to remember or be reminded that Jesus is the center when I dive into the Old Testament. When we lose sight of the cross the Old Testament can be like reading the script to a horror film. You want to shake the characters of the Old Testament and say “WHAT ARE YOU DOING!! DO NOT GO INTO THE DARKNESS, ESPECIALLY ALL ALONE!!” Just like I want to warn the people in horror movies to not go into the darkness with the monsters. But I am just like the people in horror movies and just like the people of the Old Testament that we read about. If someone could read a script of my life they would scream the same thing at me. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING! YOU KNOW BETTER! QUIT WANDERING INTO THE DARKNESS!” When we are positioned to read the Old Testament where Jesus is the most important character then it becomes a ridiculously awesome story of their and our redemption. When we are positioned to see the cross we get to see our lives as a story of redemption instead of a horror film filled with regret and guilt. (When I get to heaven and have that positioning of constant worship shinning before my eyes I look forward to hearing from you and reveling together!)
Since It’s got everything to do with what Jesus has done and how he loves and the fact that God IS love even when my desires are not holy, the good stuff still gets delivered. My top desire may have been to set up a playdate with everyone after church but God still delivered the good stuff on Sunday. On the days when I get to stand at the communion rail and receive his body and blood I am never in as big of state of awe as I should be. In spite of that God still delivered the good stuff.
Last Sunday the good stuff was delivered in the form of one of my favorite hymns.
“Come thou fount of every blessing Tune my heart to sing they grace, Streams of mercy never ceasing Call for songs of loudest praise. Teach me some melodious sonnet sung by flaming tongues above. Praise the mount I’m fixed upon it Mount of thy redeeming love.
Here I raise my Ebenezer Here by they great help I come. And I hope by they great pleasure safely to arrive at home. Jesus sought me when a stranger Wandering from the fold of God. Here to rescue me from danger interposed his precious blood.
Oh to grace how great a debtor daily I’m constrained to be. That they goodness like a fetter Bind my wandering heart to thee. Prone to wander Lord I feel it. Prone to leave the God I love. Here’s my heart Lord take and seal it, seal it for they courts above.”
In spite of myself and in spite of my desires to be scheduling a playdate, wandering off to chase my idols of being loved by all, God still delivered the good stuff. Through the words of a hymn he delivered the glorious gospel to me. In spite of me, in spite of the being prone to wander be has bound me to himself and my heart is sealed as his.
Here are some bible verses I was pondering while I was writing or thinking about this.
Genesis 8:21 “And when the Lord smelled the pleasing aroma, the Lord said in his heart, “I will never again curse the ground because of man, for the intention of man’s heart is evil from his youth. Neither will I ever again strike down every living creature as I have done.”
Hosea 11:7 “My people are bent on turning away from me….”
I should also mention that last week I finished a book called The Seed by Erik Guzman. He paints a ridiculously awesome picture of God’s pursuit of us with Christ being the center of all the doing, all the good, all the wonderful, all the gospel. You should read it you will love it!
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