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On a wide stage, she stood singing. She was helping lead worship in a little church for the youth group. About halfway through the third song, she looked out at the young people. Some were slouched in the pew with their feet on the pew in front of them. Many looked down at something in their laps, fiddling with their cell phones. Even the ones who should have known better sat whispering to each other, giggling and fidgeting. Faces stared glumly downward. Many of the lips showed no sign of movement. Only a handful looked like they were taking part.
Suddenly she didn't feel like singing. She wanted to cry, to yell, to do something.
And yet all she could do was sing louder, clearer, bolder. Maybe they would hear. Maybe they would hear what He is like, this King named Jesus. Maybe all these words about His love, about knowing Him and finding life and joy in Him would not go in one ear and out the other; maybe they would be heard. Even believed.
She couldn't help but wonder what these young people lived like in their private lives. Did they ever worship when they were alone? Wouldn't that affect the way in which they worshipped in public? They did not even look like they were trying to appear to be taking part. Did they even know what it is like to worship God? Did they know that this is what they were created for? If only it were possible to show them! But she could not. Oh, why was she even here?
And then she remembered. She remembered her own cold, hard, heart. Her own stiff, lazy spirit, so long unresponsive to her Lord's gentle bidding. Her slouching, fiddling, glum self grieving the Lord who bought her with His blood. She remembered what HE HAD DONE, how all her life He had pursued her, wooed her, yearned to be with her, and done everything He could to draw her. He had ever been the perfect gentleman, never forcing, but always ever tenderly calling, "Come unto Me". He had washed her and cleansed her, filled her and refreshed her. He had looked on her with love and said, "Live", and given her the amazing gift of His Spirit. He was constantly whispering, "You are Mine", "I have called you", "I have chosen you", "I will never leave you", "I will be with you ALWAYS". When she was faithless, He was ALWAYS FAITHFUL. When she doubted and questioned, He just whispered, "Trust Me...Love Me...Worship Me". He had showered her with inconceivable blessings.
How could she now think Him unable to change them also? Look what He had done in her! He was more than able to breath His life into dead bones if He wanted to. Of course He could change anyone! And He will. He has. He does.
We were created to worship.
You have been chosen to proclaim His excellencies. May God enable you to do so with every breath that you breathe. He is worthy.
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