Posted in Christian LivingMay 18, 2011
The Spirit-filled Christian sees the worship of God as the greatest goal in life. The kind of worship referred to here is not the kind that is relegated to music alone, neither is it restricted to be only within the four walls of a church building on Sundays. The act of worship is ascribing “worth” or “”value” to God. We are told it is from the ancient word “worthship”. Worship is expressing by life and word the worth of God our Maker. It is something more than a religious ceremony. It must be the deep response of my heart to God in thanksgiving, adoration, submission and obedience. Worship profoundly influences everything that makes you – you.
Now, you are not going to worship something you consider has no value. You are not even going to worship something you consider has some value. Although sometimes I think our family pet cats worship me when they are hungry and need a feed. They meow, become affectionate, give me eye contact, and talk to me (I’m not crazy – I think!). But afterwards with a full stomach they will completely ignore me and go about their cat business whatever that might be. I wonder if that’s a picture of many a Christian in terms of their relationship with God! You will worship that which you consider has the greatest value. Our true worship of God will always be determined by the extent of the value or worth that we inwardly place upon Him. So, how much do you value God?
Posted in Verse of the MonthMay 17, 2011
I told you the most important part of the message exactly as it was told to me:
Christ died for our sins,
just as the Scriptures said.
He was buried,
and three days later he was raised to life,
just as the Scriptures said.
— 1 Corinthians 15:3-4
Another Easter has come and gone and, apart from new highs in the consumption of chocolate Easter eggs, people are still largely indifferent to what Easter is all about. Although mention of the word “resurrection” will still raise some hackles, and Charles Foster’s recent book, The Jesus Inquest,* reminds us that the Western mind, with its emphasis on cold rationalistic investigation, has always found it difficult to cope with the idea that Jesus might have come back to life after he died.
So, I’m one of two billion people and I watched the royal wedding on television. Like everybody else, I found something to cheer about and something to cringe over, and among it all I marvelled that the marriage of a man and a woman should occupy international television coverage for an entire evening. It wasn’t a nail-biting mystery story, after all: whenever we go to a wedding we know how it’s going to turn out at the end. That’s why we usually go only when it concerns people we actually care about.
I guess that’s the point. A lot of people cared about this royal wedding, at least on the day. Admittedly, they cared about a whole variety of angles on it, as could be gauged by all those witless interviews with bystanders wearing hats distorting the Union Jack. Some people loved royalty; some came to watch the horses; some couldn’t resist the crowd. No doubt there were a few who managed some kind of self-projection into a glamorous scene; some of them love pomp and parades — and don’t the English do those well! — and some were just curious to see what was happening next.