So last night I was listening to, and pondering the message of, the song "Hosanna" by Brooke Fraser. It made me want to leap, pump my fists, do a back flip, go nuts, whatever. "He IS HERE! HE HAS SAVED US!!!" I was celebrating in my heart and pounding the steering wheel with the drum part. I wished I was with the saints to celebrate together the realization of the Messiah's coming. And yet I knew that, if I was around all the saints, it would probably be pretty tame. No jumping, no backflips (I can't do them anyway), no dancing.
I began to wonder, "Why is it that our corporate 'celebration' of our God's coming is so tame and so mild?"
It takes us a great deal of self-control to keep our composure when we're angry about something. Our faces redden, our blood boils and we try hard to keep from lashing out. Yet our joy is often slowly stirred and our passions take a great deal of priming for us to even begin to express love for the Savior.
The other thing I thought about is how we use grandiose words to describe ordinary things and have none reserved for the truly awesome. Just this morning I used a plastic bag that claimed to be "awesome". Really? Then what is God? Really, really awesome? Our vocabularies have reached their zenith to describe mundane, ordinary things. We have leveled out the common and the holy in our words and have nothing left for the One worthy of great words.
No wonder we have no wonder in our worship. We're out of emotions and words. We've spent our passion on frustration, our words on what is common. We gather before the living God! What do we offer Him that we're not offering to everything else? What praise and passion is reserved for God alone?
I don't write this as one not guilty of the same. I struggle with this so hard. I get so excited about so many things, but what excitement do I reserve for God alone? Oh that I would learn to be reserved around the things of this world that I might become undignified in the presence of the awesome God.
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