Blessed are those who mourn. I’m a charismatic. Joyful songs, lifting hands, shouts of triumph along with some dancing peppered in when I have the strength are all part of my preferred hour (or two) of congregational worship. We “Spirit-filled” folk love services that we can experience palpably, while at the same time we tend …
A Time To Weep
Ah, how Thy grace hath wooed my soul With persevering wiles! Now give me tears to weep; for tears Are deeper joy than smiles. FREDERICK WILLIAM FABER I confess that out of all the worship songs I’ve written, not one of them could be considered a lament, you know, of the book of Lamentations sort. …
Confessions of a Zealot (Part 3)
In Parts 1 and 2 I confessed my regrettable mismanagement of my zeal for Christ and I drew a parallel between my mistakes and those of David’s when he ill advisedly brought the Ark of the Covenant into Jerusalem on an ox-drawn cart instead of on the shoulders of priests. In both his case and …
I hate your worship! (Part 2 of 2)
I concluded Part 1 with: “The point I’m compelled to make is…” Let’s take it from there. The point I’m compelled to make is … that when we obviously don’t care about anyone but ourselves, God is not impressed in the least with our worship – whether traditional or contemporary, accompanied by professional musicians on …
I hate your worship! (Part 1 of 2)
“I hate, I despise your religious festivals; your assemblies are a stench to me. Even though you bring me burnt offerings and grain offerings, I will not accept them. Though you bring choice fellowship offerings, I will have no regard for them. Away with the noise of your songs! I will not listen to the music of …
