Producers of Praise, Wanderers of Wonder

"The chief aim of worship is that we be caught up in love, in wonder, and praise of God and finally for a moment forget about ourselves and our trials and our worries and focus on God himself." Ben Witherington III (via

One of the best parts of seminary is sitting under the teaching of world-renowned biblical scholars. It's what I miss the most about my days at Beeson. As a busy mom, I'm incredibly thankful for churches and ministries that provide sermons and lectures online. I spend a lot of time in the car, shuttling the girls around town, and in an effort to redeem some of that time, I've started listening to podcasts while I drive. 

Last week, I planned to run some errands after preschool dropoff, so before I left the school, I pulled up a 30-minute chapel sermon to listen to along the way. It was a sermon about worship from New Testament scholar Ben Witherington III. He shared a story about a little old lady in his home church who could hardly see or hear but persisted in coming to worship anyway. When someone asked her why she continued to come, despite her physical limitations, she had a ready answer.


Her words had tears welling up in my eyes. I sat in the parking lot of Home Depot watching people load up with mulch and gardening tools, and I was completely transfixed by the message coming out of my speakers.

"I'm not here for what I can get out of the service, but what I came to give: my worship to my Lord...I come to worship prepared to give worship though I don't get as much as I used to in that hour."

Witherington goes on to say that when we come to worship looking to get something rather than give something, we're missing the point. We are not consumers of worship. We're producers of it. 

"The chief aim of worship," Witherington says, "is that we be caught up in love, in wonder, and praise of God and finally for a moment forget about ourselves and our trials and our worries and focus on God himself."

I need that. Do you?

I've written before about why we should go to church even when don't feel like it, and this sermon gets right to the heart of it. Church is not about us. It's about God. When I come to church, I come to give time, attention, honor, and glory to the one who has rescued and redeemed me.

When I turn my eyes to him and gaze full on at his glory, everything else seems a bit less urgent and pressing. It's relief. It's surrender. It's getting so lost in him that everything else fades away.

At least for a little while.

People are always looking for an escape from the reality of life. Some find it in music, art, and books. Others find it in travel and adventure. Still others find it in more profane activities like drinking or sex. I've pursued some of those remedies myself, and though they can be quite enjoyable, none of them give me what I actually need. 

What I actually need is to get outside of myself and seek refuge in the Rock that's higher than I. To wander in the wonder of his majesty. I've found nothing more restorative for my weary soul than glorying in the splendor of my Lord, and therein lies the astounding truth. When we give our whole selves to God and honor him in worship, he honors us by giving us the respite that our souls require. 

God demands our adoration and praise. Don't you think it's interesting that the very thing he requires of us is the only thing that fulfills the deepest longings of our restless hearts? 

I've included the video of the sermon below. If you have about 30 minutes, you really should listen to the whole thing, but if you only have a few, fast forward to about the 12:35 mark and start from there. 

Until next time, grace and peace.

Sometimes You Just Get a Case of the Hiccups

Hey y'all! Hope all is well in your corner of the world! We had a wonderful holiday with our family, but now I'm just looking forward to getting back into our routine. I don't know about you, but I'm a sucker for a good routine. With the shop launch and all the changes going on in my work life, it's been a while since I've shared anything personal. But y'all. I just can't hold this one back.

Sunday night was the Hanging of the Green at our church, and all the children's choirs performed. My big girl had her very first solo, and she was so excited. She's been singing the song so much over the past few weeks that her 3-year-old sister knows it just as well. We'd been looking forward to the performance, and apparently, so had everyone else. The sanctuary was packed.

But y'all. The poor little thing hiccuped her way through the whole entire solo. Literally. It was both precious and hilarious, and I was so proud of the way she pushed through. 

See? Is that not one of the cutest things you've ever seen?? She handled it so well, but I'm afraid that if I had been in her shoes, I would have been mortified and paralyzed by the fear of looking silly in front of nearly everyone I knew. But not Micah. She just giggled and carried on as best she could.

This morning, I got to thinking about all the little things in life that we just can't control, hiccups included, and I realized that I could stand to learn something from my dear little daughter. Lucky for you, I'm here to pass it along: When you get a case of the hiccups, you can try standing on your head or swallowing water upside down or any other crazy remedy you may have heard, but in the end, there's nothing that you can do to cure them. All you can do is giggle and move on. The recovering perfectionist in me really needed that lesson. 

Apply that piece of wisdom however you see fit. You're welcome. Until next time, grace and peace.