I'm reading this amazing book on worship. It's called "Real Worship" by Warren Wiersbe. I absolutely love this book. It offers me a different perspective on worship especially because it's coming from someone who is not a worship leader. Wiersbe opens up the chapter so thought provokingly when he states, “True worship involves wonder, witness and warfare.” The word wonder stirs up such an emotion in me that is so unfathomable. It’s the story of my life. I look at all the Lord has done for me through the sacrifice of his precious Son Jesus and it invokes a wonder and mystery that I can never fully grasp. I may never understand the love of Christ and how He would die for such a depraved sinner like me. It brings me to my knees each time I think about it. I confess, I will never understand all the patience it must take to love me, but his blood is what sustains and renews me each day. When I gaze upon the beauty of the Lord like David, and consider all the works of his hands, I discover more of who God is. His attributes are unveiled before me. He’s shrouded in mystery and wonder. Like Wiersbe states, “Wonder isn’t born of ignorance. It is born of knowledge.“ The more we understand the little things of this life such as the flowers and birds of the sky, the more overwhelmed we become with who God is. Oh Lord what a beautiful mystery! The wonder of the cross is what brings our souls into repentance with the Lord. Sometimes our human tendencies such as pride get in the way. We want to discover everything on our own. We have the human mentality that “I can figure this out on my own.” We realize shortly that we cannot. Perhaps, like Wiersbe said, maybe this was one of the lessons that Jesus was trying to instill in his disciples when he told them to become like children. Children are filled with wonder and amazement that they are able to see things in this life that we cannot. Lord help us to be still so that you can sing over us the works of thy hands. I believe that is when we can discover the reality of who God is. Lord help me to cultivate this attitude of amazement and wonder each time I ponder upon you. I want to worship you not only for what I can get out of it but solely because you deserve it. Take away these scales from my eyes, and help me see your wonders. Inundate me with your love and remove every obstacle that opposes you, until only you remain. Breathe in my veins until only love remains. May I never lose the wonder of the cross. Help me to be more like you, to reflect the love that comes from you. So much you, so little me, that in my eyes it’s you they see. Amen.