Don’t Believe Everything You Think

buggy roses 2While coming home after dropping my granddaughter off at her house, I was sitting behind a car with a bumper sticker on the back that read: “Don’t believe everything you think.” Most of us would have read that quickly as, “Don’t believe everything you read,” or “Don’t believe everything you hear,” before realizing it wasn’t what we expected. I read it again to make sure I had read it correctly.

Don’t believe everything you think. That got me thinking…

How often do we listen to the small, condemning voice(s) in our heads, eventually believing that we are of little worth, hopeless, without purpose and on and on the recordings go, starting over again once they’ve stopped.

Many of us are expert at focusing on our negative qualities. We can all too often see ourselves as worthless, serving no purpose on earth, wandering aimlessly around and wondering what we are doing here.

Perhaps we were abused in some way, to some capacity and we were left to feel ashamed. Perhaps in our childhood there existed no examples of unconditional love and the love we did receive, we had to earn. Perhaps, we just never learned to listen to the truth.

I once read that it takes at least seven acts/words of praise to cover one act/word of condemnation. Hurtful words, untruths—they hurt. Whether they come from someone else’s mouth or from our own head—they destroy. Whether they are true or not, we tend to dwell on them and dwelling on the negative ones, the lies, the condemnations—these are often what we tend to veer toward first.

We sometimes can’t do anything about the words another person else chooses to use, but we can do something about the words we think about. We can begin to fill our minds with that which is good and pure, moral and righteous… these are the things upon which our minds should be dwelling—not the “I can’t do anything right,” or “Everything I touch turns to a mess,” or the “I’ll never be any good at anything or for anyone” tapes that rewind over and over again in our mind of muddled thinking.

So, like that bumper sticker suggests–don’t believe everything you think. It very well may not be the truth.

**The More We Sing

print-6-closer-webThe other day I heard a new song by Matt Redman and the only part I recall is one line: “The more I sing, the more I love you.” It made me think about all the dissention there is in the church about what type of music we want to hear and when in the service we want to hear it, why we prefer this kind over that kind, how we want to sing it, and who we’d prefer to lead us.

I felt sad. We become so focused on what, how, when – we have played right into the devil’s scheme in getting us to take our focus off worship and instead, think about how we think worship ought to be. However, when we start thinking about how we think and feel it should or shouldn’t be done, isn’t that becoming self-focused and not God-focused?

Worship is all about God. Emptying ourselves of the garbage within and focusing on our Savior and Maker. Ironically, Matt Redman got that message right as well, when he wrote, “I’m coming back to the heart of worship, and it’s all about You.”

If I am truly worshiping, I won’t tend to be distracted by the issues that can separate me within the walls of God’s dwelling place, but instead, I gather with other believers as one body, sharing in the presence of the One who brought us all together.

I know the worship wars aren’t over, nor will they ever be. Comments will forever be made about how the worship leader was going much too fast for ‘that’ song last week, or how the song was played ‘way too slow’, how we wish there were just hymns and not all ‘those’ choruses, or the words weren’t God-directed, etc., etc. I think we could make a long list of complaints about our Sunday morning worship services, but you know what that says to me? We’re not worshipping.

We can allow ourselves to become so involved critiquing our services that we forget the purpose of why we came to church in the first place.

As I listened to Redman’s song, I was touched by its simple truth…The more I sing, the more I love you.

Clearly, if we are God-focused and not self-focused, we will grow to love Him more as we sing, as Redman’s song states, because we are reflecting on the message of the song and not if it’s the right speed or whether it’s in the wrong key, if it’s a hymn or by gum! Not another praise song!?!

I realize that there are songs that are not theologically ‘correct’ and there are songs that focus on the believer more than the Savior. I tend to have issues with those as well as the next person, but, how can we tire of singing a ‘chorus’ over and over that directs its attention to our heavenly Father? How can we complain about a hymn that reiterates God’s great faithfulness?

If we are God-focused in our worship, we will be focused on the words and what they mean and not who wrote them, why the new drummer keeps bouncing around, or what the worship leader is wearing. When God-focused, we sing how great is the Lord and realize how small we are. That in itself defines the words sung, ‘the more I sing, the more I love you’. We will be captured into His presence, singing holy, holy, holy. There will be no pessimistic attitude of picking apart everything that’s wrong with the music in the service (or anything else), but we will find instead that our love for the Lord is growing with each word we mouth in praise to Him. The words will become ingrained in our heart and soul as we sing. When we allow that to happen, we are ushered into His presence and there’s no going back. We can’t help but love Him! After all, I feel compelled to point out, isn’t it the angels of heaven who stand before the presence of God and sing over and over again, those three little words with unimaginable meaning?

Isn’t that the whole purpose of worship? To come to a place where nothing else matters but the One we stand before and to worship Him? And, as we worship Him, we will come to realize just who we are. We are nothing and He… is everything.

That, to me, is worship.