Another file from the achieves
Recently someone asked me, what is the difference between a “praise” song and a “worship” song? I had to smile at that question, because I remember asking the same question several years ago. At that time, I’d not really been exposed to much “praise and worship” music and so the distinction wasn’t obvious to me. What I was told at the time was that the “fast songs” were the praise songs and the “slow songs” were the worship songs. That wasn’t a very satisfying answer, but I decided not to worry about it and to move on.
All these years later I can testify to the fact that the act of praising and worshiping the Lord has revolutionized my relationship with Him. It has birthed a love of prayer in me and helped me to understand that God still speaks to His children. Because of the important role this has played in my journey, I wanted to give a thoughtful answer.
While I had to admit that I wasn’t positive, I shared that I tend to view a praise song as one that I sing about God (e.g. “Our God is an Awesome God, He reigns in heaven above…”) while I view a worship song as one that I sing to God (e.g. “I surrender all, I surrender all, all to You my Blessed Savior, I surrender all…”). While that may not completely cover it, I thought it was a better answer than the one I got.
That led to some more discussion, which eventually led to the question, “is there any difference between praising and worshipping”? Unlike the first question, I had a much higher degree of confidence in that answer and I thought it might be worthwhile to share some of those thoughts.
To praise somebody (or something) is to find them commendable, to react favorably, to show approval… This is undoubtedly a positive thing. The Psalms tell us that the Lord inhabits the praise of His people and that is certainly of infinite value; but the act of worship goes far deeper. Worship entails elements such as respect, reverence, honor and even devotion, which are several degrees above simply being commendable.
I believe that to truly worship something, we must view it as being greater than ourselves; but even that may not be enough. I recognize that Michael Jordan is a far greater basketball player than I could ever dream of being, yet this still doesn’t compel me to worship him. I believe that another essential element of true worship is submissiveness; that before we can really worship something, we must be willing to humble ourselves and to put ourselves in submission to it.
There are many people and things that I have found praiseworthy, many that I have recognized as being greater than myself, but none besides the Lord that I would be willing to put myself in submission to and to truly worship.
Jesus told the woman at the well that His Father seeks “true worshippers” and He went on to explain that since “God is Spirit”, “His worshippers must worship in Spirit and in truth”. As I was reminded of these passages, I felt like the Lord said, “Many is the man who praises Me with his lips, but refuses to bow his heart before Me”.
There are many people who recognize the goodness of God and who are even willing to acknowledge that before men, but few who are willing to submit their will to His. In my own walk of faith I have grown wary of any person who calls themselves a child of God, but has no passion for worship. I believe that our will and our nature make worship an essential part of our walk with the Lord.
I find that I daily have to resubmit myself to His Lordship. The word says that the fear (i.e. awe) of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom. I believe that awe is bore out of a recognition that God is so much greater than we are, that His ways are high above our ways and that we are totally dependent upon His mercy and grace. I believe this awe causes us to submit, but that it is in coming under His Lordship that we discover His great love and mercy; which causes us to love Him, trust Him, and inevitably to worship Him.
He is not only worthy of our praise, He is worthy of our worship as well. Indeed, “All to you my blessed Savior, I surrender all”.
Finding God’s Favor
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Like most kids who grew up in the 1960’s and 70’s, my parents had home movies they’d occasionally pull out and show on a big projector screen. One that particularly sticks out in my mind is of my brothers and I playing on the street in front of my grandmother’s house in Brooklyn. It was a cold, dreary looking day, and we were all in our winter coats, but we were running around with the sort of abandon that only young children seem to possess.
I believe that I was about 5 yrs old in the film, which would make my brothers 6 yrs and 7 yrs old. In particular it was my brother Tom (the oldest sibling) who stood out. His big eyes and childlike manner in these movies were such a sharp contrast to the serious and pragmatic fellow he would eventually become. These old reels were some of the only evidence that he’d not really started out that way.
Life has a way of pushing back against innocence and cultivating cynicism. And for little boys, wide eyed compassion and sensitivity aren’t generally a sustainable course. Very quickly it becomes clear that having such emotions or at least allowing folks to know that you have them, is a precarious path to take. Early on, it becomes a matter of survival to learn how to hide your vulnerabilities and to always come from a position of strength. For many young men that manifests in a form of aggressiveness that is generally accepted for young males. For my brother Tom, it manifested in the form of intellect.
My brother had a brilliant mind and was usually one of the smartest guys in the room. He also had the ability to express himself, which made his intelligence harder to ignore. Because my father was in the Air Force, we changed schools constantly, but wherever we’d go my brother would quickly be viewed as the smartest kid in the class. As the sensitive nurturing elements of his personality receded into dormancy, the power of his mind emerged. He wasn’t just smart, he was a born leader, and soon that was all you could see.
As a younger brother, who had no desire to be led by someone I thought of as a peer, I just viewed him as overbearing and bossy. By the time we got to high school, his identity as the smart kid was already set in stone, and he further solidified it by dating the smartest girl in school. In those days, if you had asked anyone who knew my brother to describe him with three adjectives, his intelligence would have been referenced with the first word.
Forty-five years later, as I sat through the various memorial services celebrating my brother’s (too short) life, I suddenly recalled those scenes of us frolicking on the street as kids, and I realized that not one person had made a singular reference to his intelligence. Indeed, there was barely any mention of the impressive work he had done at Ball Aerospace (e.g., the Hubble Telescope, the Mars Rover), or any of his other accomplishments.
As the montage of pictures scrolled across the screen, they were mostly scenes of Tom with his grandchildren, or his god children, or dear friends, or with his beloved wife. In many of them he was dressed funny and clearly goofing around with that same sort of abandon that we’d had as children.
When people eulogized him, it was his warmth, compassion, faith, and wisdom they spoke of. And I found myself wondering how this transformation had occurred. What was it that allowed my brother’s true heart to re-emerge over all these years.
The short and simple answer is that the God who gave Him that heart, also worked throughout his life to preserve it. But at the center of God’s plan was Tom’s beloved wife Fawn.
By the time they’d met in high school, Tom had developed a pretty sharp edge to his personality, yet around her, he was like Jello. He was crazy about her from day one, and she was not the type of person to use that as leverage against him. If there were ever two people who seemed destined for each other, it was these two, and absolutely no one was surprised that they married and spent a lifetime together.
Looking back, I realize that because Fawn loved my brother for who he was, she made it safe for the nurturing, loving, playful part of his heart to re-emerge. Because she routinely engaged that part of his being, it regained strength and eventually became the hallmark of his legacy. Though it sounds cliche, she brought out the best in him. And to his credit, I believe that he did that for her as well.
As I pondered all this, I couldn’t help but think that this is exactly what God had in mind for marriage. That these unions were meant to amount to more than just the sum of the parts. That both partners would help each other become the people they were created to be.
If Tom had chosen to spend his life with someone who only related to him on an intellectual level, he may well have become a stoic recluse. Thankfully, he found a loving soul, who was full of spirit, and every bit his intellectual equal. She loved his heart and nurtured it throughout their years together.
In my brother’s final days, the room was filled with people who loved him and whose lives had been touched by his. And right by his side was his beloved partner Fawn. Though we could wish for more days, it would be hard to imagine a better way to finish the race.
He who finds a wife of worth, receives the favor of the Lord (Prov.18:22)
A wife of noble character is worth far more than rubies (Prov.31:10)
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