Worshipping Even If

We’re all so different.

Different in personalities, the way our bodies work, and our priorities.

While singing in church last Sunday, I observed three distinct differences.

The congregation rose to worship. All but the man in front of me. Why?

The man in front of me was distracted.

He instead was sitting, reading and typing on his phone’s screen.

Not worshipping at all.

A few rows up, another man stood to worship.

Clapping in time with the music, I noticed his clap was different.

One of his arms was useless. Literally.

Yet he was clapping the best way he could by using his arm and his good hand.

He was engaged, giving his best to our Lord.

Near the alter was a third man.

His mind is not whole like mine, yet he is very sincere and kind.

He was worshipping as he knelt, arms spread wide in submission to God.

Three men. Three different responses. Two engaged, one not.

The man sitting on his phone was missing out.

Funny thing is this: he looked “normal” on the outside.

Normal body. Normal mind.

The two men engaged in worship had something “wrong” with their physical body.

But their focus was on God.

The absence of conflict creates complacency.

When our bodies function, our minds work, and we sit in relative comfort, it’s easy to rely on ourselves.

Why would we need God?

But when life isn’t perfect, or causes us to say ouch, back we rely on Him and His provision.

Let’s keep our focus fixed on God, in good times and bad.

Let’s fully rely on Him, instead of our incapable selves.

Let’s follow the example of the men, who embraced worshipping God, no matter what.

My book releases on Tuesday. Epic event in the short life of me.

But I’m like the men who have something “wrong”.

My life has not been what I pictured.

But I’d rather have my scars, because I can witness to you the faithfulness of God.

Because of the choices of others, I can testify of the goodness of God even if.

Even if life sometimes says ouch, God is still sovereign. Good. He’s the calm amidst the storm.

Our testimonies are richer when we walk with God during life’s storms.

Just like the men who chose to worship even though they looked different, let’s also choose to worship God when life looks different.

God is and was and always will be on the throne of life. Embrace Him always with yours.

Photos by Zac DurantGuillaume de GermainJoel MunizBen WhiteStephanie Klepacki, & Luis Alberto Sánchez Terrones on Unsplash

Battle Scars

He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds. Psalm 147:3

Scars are inevitable, yes?

You burn your finger age three and the new skin still looks off.

You scrape up your knee pretty badly and if you look close, it’s there.

Your sibling unknowingly slams your two year old pinky in the wooden door and twenty years later, the finger is still shorter.

You survive brain surgery only to have your hand burned from the leaking IV, requiring a skin transfusion.

You have a baby. Or four. Enough said!

What other types of physical scars do you have?

They could be permanent like the ones above.

Or they slowly fade when healed such as a bruise, blackened eye, or sprained ankle.

All of those scars are physical. Seen by everyone who looks.

But what about the hidden scars?

The ones on the inside of our hearts and minds?

Those matter too, but are not readily seen by everyone who looks.

Trauma produces scars.

Losing a spouse, friend, child, or parent produces scars.

Rejection either real or imaginative we repeat within our minds produces scars.

Even losing a job or custody battle produces scars.

As we all have various physical or hidden scars, let me ask you a question.

Do you let them define you?

When you do, it produces boundaries, placing you in a prison of sorts.

Do you allow the boundaries then produced define your steps, mood, or even thoughts?

Psalm 147 reminds us Jesus heals the brokenhearted. The hidden scars.

And He also binds up our wounds. The physical scars.

Don’t allow your scars to define you.

Jesus is our healer, wanting to bring you into freedom from bondage.

Allow Him to change your scars into the marks of Jesus Himself.

Allow Him to reveal His grace and love while closing your wounds.

You might still have the mark, but when touched, you will no longer wince in pain.

Galatians 6:17 declares, From now on let no one cause trouble for me, for I bear on my body the brand-marks of Jesus.

Ask Jesus to heal your scars.

And then live within His freedom from the pain.

Your marks are now badges of honor, touched and healed by Jesus.

Photos by National Cancer InstituteDiana Polekhina, & Olivia Snow on Unsplash