Half Time Worship

I missed last year's gutter-wallowing Super Bowl halftime celeb backfire. Thankfully. On that day of worship (Sunday for those of you who are wondering), Americans flock to their tubes to view the godlike faces and bodies of football players, cheerleaders and entertainers. Stadium worship at its best.

This year's atoning sacrifice was Sir Paul. Looking as meek and innocent as possible, dressed in appropriate red, and singing the appropriate Live and Let Die he wowed all but the Janet Jackson crowd. Definite shades of the cross here, even in this photo I took.

We heard a message on true worship this morning from Isaiah 6:1-8. In the year that King Uzziah died, I saw the Lord sitting on a throne, high and lifted up, and the train of His robe filled the temple. Above it stood seraphim; each one had six wings: with two he covered his face, with two he covered his feet, and with two he flew.

And one cried to another and said: 'Holy, holy, holy is the LORD of hosts; the whole earth is full of His glory!'

And the posts of the door were shaken by the voice of him who cried out, and the house was filled with smoke. So I said, 'Woe is me, for I am undone! Because I am a man of unclean lips, and I dwell in the midst of a people of unclean lips; For my eyes have seen the King, the LORD of hosts.'

Then one of the seraphim flew to me, having in his hand a live coal which he had taken with the tongs from the altar. And he touched my mouth with it and said, 'Behold, this has touched your lips; your iniquity is taken away, and your sin is purged.'

Also I heard the voice of the Lord saying, 'Whom shall I send, and who will go for us?' Then I said, 'Here am I! Send me.'

True worship begins with seeing the LORD Almighty in His glory. Just playing church is only playing, nothing more. Holy Father, grant that glimpse of your majesty that forever changes us.