As I listened to the worship band this past week it hit me once again, “why am I not up there playing?” I’m a pretty good musician and have lead worship many times in many venues but here I sit (well stand I guess). I have read over other sites that ask for input from participants and so much of what they say comes from right where I am. Many of us are old, many are women (though there are more men). They are guitarists, keyboardists, vocalists, bassists and I’m pretty sure at least one was a didjeridoo virtuoso. But they all sounded the same to me. “Why can’t I do more? Why won’t this church hire me? Today’s society just wants blah, blah, blah.” It begs the question, “where is God?” And how about, “Can He get me where I need to be? Does He care?” What motivates us to worship a God who allows us to be rejected, ignored, replaced, hated?
I submit to you, my friends, that He is worthy of worship. I purpose to enlighten and encourage you (and me) with ideas and snippets from my stumbling walk as to how He has moved and loved me. He has done this despite my constant complaining and arguing, leading me to a place of hope and fulfillment, though it is not where I would’ve chosen to go.
Maybe this will help you in your walk too.