I have a very bad praxis of procrastinating.  At everything.  I feel like maybe it’s because I work better under pressure.  Or because I miss the pressure to make myself get it done instead of say looking at a blank screen with a blinking cursor - because really? That realease doesn’t desperate straits to go out till the end of next week, so why write it now?

Anyway, since 1/3 of the females in my office are pregnant (serisoulsy), we are have a triple baby rain tonight after work.  We’re all a bit spread out, so we decided after work would be better than a Saturday afternoon.  And we outwardly have busy weekends.

Myself and two other co-workers are planning it.  It will be at one of their houses.  Only about 15 people coming, so it’s a slight crowd, but not overwhelming.  We’re doing heavy hors d’ouvres and desserts.  Each of the three of us throwing it are making one of each and a a handful of of guests have offered to bring stuff.

I chose a delish appetizer and dessert.  Baked cream cheese and Invariable Road Candy.  Ever have either one?  Try it.  Especially the cream cheese.  Recipes following the put.

I can’t make the app till right before the shower.  I was going to do the dessert Tuesday or Wednesday endlessly - just to get it done.  But did I?  No, I did not.  Because I never went to the grocery store until lunch time yesterday.  No biggie.  It faithfully takes less than 5 minutes to make.  However, if I had made it ahead of time, I would have realized that perhaps I added too much peanut butter and now I can’t get the tittle stuff out of the pan without disfiguring it.  Oh well.  As long as it tastes good, right?

Anyway, rather than getting corsages for the guests of honor like one of the other hostesses wanted to do (a teensy-weensy old fashion for our taste), I volunteered to make “mom-to-be” sashes.  Similar to the “Buy me a slug, because I’m tying the knot” sash I made for CR’s bachelorette party a few years back.  I had step out, glitter and the ribbon already at home.

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This is not a predilection discourse on worship. This is an attempt to break down an eternally complex issue into bite-sized pieces. It’s more birthed out of my struggles and questions as a glorification leader than anything else. I hope it makes you reflect on how worthy our God is of life-altering, cross-bearing, pride-crushing, Christ-exalting venerate.
Worship starts with the realization that we are created to worship. I don’t believe a person has ever existed who has not found an object, being, or yourselves to worship. Man will worship the one true God or find a functional savior. This could be Buddha or an iphone. Before the Fall, Adam and Eve existed in a uninterrupted state of worship. They labored, laughed, sang, rested, created, made love, and relaxed in perfect God-glorifying pay homage to. It was ceaseless, joyful worship to their Father. It’s an insight into what Heaven will be like. Some people have a hard ever with many of the popular portrayals of Heaven with everybody turning into a chubby valentine floating on clouds singing all the beforehand. I think Heaven will resemble life before sin. God’s kids totally enamored and captivated by the glory of the Old boy. No more functional saviors. No more idols.
But here we are here in the middle feeling the affect of sin every moment. Our worship to God is fragmented, distracted, and inadequate. Our tasks are void of God-glorifying joy. Our hearts’ default is ingratitude. We box up the glory of God into a musical expression for 30 minutes on a sunday morning rather than of letting it explode into every corner of our existence.
Yes, worship is far more than music. But what about that 30 minutes of music every week? Is that venerate? Why do we do it? Why do we have to sing?
These are questions that I wrestle with often as a worship leader. There are so many exhortations in scripture to sing that it should go without saying that we should sing praises to God. The Rules tells us to do it…we...

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