Pure Worship

    Is there any thing more precious than the purity of a child's heart? No wonder Jesus would rather have been surrounded by children than anyone else. The innocence and sincerity they possess cannot be matched by an adult. They haven't been tainted by society yet. Their innocence - authentic; their faith - unblemished; their worship - true.

    As a worship leader I implore others to raise their hands in adoration to our God on a weekly basis to engage them in an act of worship rather than forgetting all but the One my hands should be raised to as a sign of surrender and become a worshipper myself. I tend to find myself in a place of complacency. I've felt as though I understand what God wants, expects, and even feels when I worship. I had no clue. I finally caught a glimpse of what our Heavenly Father sees when we worship Him with the purity of a child's heart. God allowed my friend to capture a moment on his phone that would immediately change my demeanor and forever change my understanding of worship. 

    The power of God was being manifested in an altar service last Sunday morning. There was a beautiful atmosphere of worship. People were being drawn by the Spirit for salvation, deliverance, and healing. I had the wonderful opportunity to pray for teens and continue leading in song as God poured out His love on all who were there. Little did I know that my five year old son, Gaven, came in the back door with my mother in law (Nanny) and without anyone saying a word to him, he dropped the baseball bat he was holding and gave of himself for the next fifteen minutes in the following manner...

    The video quality is not great. The sound is pretty rough. But, the image is breathtaking. I immediately teared up when I had the chance to see this for the first time and every time since then. I felt such a honorable pride, humility, thankfulness, and conviction simultaneously. I felt it. I felt what our Heavenly Father feels when we come to him with unadulterated worship. No desire for anything in return. No ulterior motives. Simply, the adoration and reverence that only a child can bring. A true worshipper. That's what I want to be. 

    When we offer Him the purity and love He deserves in worship, I believe He smiles, silences heaven, and tears of joy fill his eyes. That's how much it moves a Father's heart. I get it now. And I never want to forget it.