Imagine worship in the Old
Testament tabernacle or temple.
Imagine
the living fountains of sporadic, spurting blood as animals offered for
sacrifice had their throats cut, day after day, with the business-like efficiency
that comes form years of practice.
Imagine the unbearable, anguished squeals and the grotesque, gyrating
spasms that attend their death throes.
Imagine, if you can, all the disgusting smells and sights, like priests
with blood-stained hair, faces, hands, and robes. Imagine dried blood and tufts of fur or
feathers in random places scattered around the room, some of it lodged in
cracks and crevices never to be properly cleaned, stuck in place for decades.
Do
not assume that authentic, Biblical worship is detectable by the presence of your
sublime feelings.
Imagine
the horror of Isaiah, whose vision of God, high and lifted up, left him feeling
crushed and disintegrated, the human version of an old baseball coming apart at
the seams. Imagine Moses, face aglow, as
if he’d fallen asleep in a tanning bed, looking more aflame than inwardly
warmed.
Imagine
the apostle John, whose heavenly vision of his Best Earthly Friend left him
lying next door to death.
Remember
those gross and shocking sights the next time you say that your worship service
was good because it was beautiful and heart warming, or that you picked this
church over that church because of the pretty music or the superior stained
glass windows, or because the band there really rocks.
When
we talk, think, act, or argue in such a fashion, we reveal just how far from
Biblical worship we really have moved.
Biblical worship is more a blood-and-guts affair than it is a Baroque
concerto.
Blood,
guts, death, and fear, not to mention dancing naked in the aisles: That’s a more accurate picture of sinners
turning to God in repentance and worship than what we now practice. Maybe those things don’t warm your
heart. I know they don’t warm mine. So what?
Who in Scripture ever said that Biblical worship was supposed to do
that? Who there ever said that real
worship was tamed and effete, or that beauty and warm fuzzies were the Bible’s
path to God, or that our wicked, coarsened souls could even recognize True
Beauty when It showed up? That’s not
what darkened souls do. They squash the
Beauty; they extinguish the Light; they kill the Life. They exchange the Truth for a lie.
We
are they.
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