The intoxicating tragedy of Sunday Morning is that many have mastered the major performance of the multitude, but minor in the devotion of One. The One true and Living God has watched us all week and will sit with folded arms as bodies perform with no heart and no Spirit. Bodies animated by the electrical emotionalism of the congregation. The congregation is happy but The Audience isn't clapping. In some cases we may be so caught up in acting that we haven't realized that Audience has left the building. He is waiting for you after the make up and custumes to comune with the character behind the mask; the one He saw all week. Despite the wardope, all He sees is the character; even on Sunday Morning.
When God claps, we sit! Every knee bows and we all do the same thing differently. We honor him in expressions diverse but motives collective. The tears, lifted hands and bowed downed heads all lift Him up. If that is our motive let us consider the following:
Psalms 51:16. For thou desirest not sacfrice; else would I give it: thou delightest no in a burnt offering. 17. The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit: a broken and a contrite heart, O God, thou wilt not depise 19. Then shalt thou be pleased with the sacrifices of righteousness, with burnt offering and whole burnt offering: then shall they offer bullocks upon thing altar.
Our righteousness is the performance of Character He seeks. Our Audience desires only that we live righteous or be repentive when we are unable to be right. For even in our repentance His hands applaud us with grace. Though we might be many tomorrow, don't forget its really about the audience of 1.
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