Ok, so this is where the “bitter” and the “healing” are.

I have worshipped on the stage where everyone could see.  I have worshipped where no one could, some could see, lots of people could see.

Maybe that should be honored.  I don’t think it was.  Often it was looked at as an anomaly (Matt’s weird).  So often seemed fake, worked up, emotional.

I just spent the last fifteen minutes or so singing at the top of my lungs, in a paper mill, with no one around.

I’m not asking for encouragement.  I don’t need you to tell me I’m ok.

I want you to understand that where you are.  Whether it’s in a paper mill, a factory, at a desk, or over a bassinet, your praise matters.

There’s no money to be made, albums to be sold, fame to be gathered.

It’s just you.  Crying out to the God Who Sees, who knows, who loves.

I love corporate worship.  And at my church, we have great leaders.

But I would submit to you this, God wants you.  Your worship.  Right where you are, in tje middle of what you’re going through.

He wants to hear your voice in the middle of your real day, saying I love you.  You are my King!

If you can only worship with music and lights and a crowd around you, and I say this lovingly, your worship is crap.


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