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True Worship

“Have it your way” has creeped into the gathering. Too often, we can (often times unaware) come into our churches on Sunday and want it to our liking. Instead of saying, “ketchup, mayo, pickle only please,” we say: “hymns only, only current stuff, too loud, too soft, why is he leading, oh great that guy is preaching... please.” We can easily slip into an “arms crossed, apathetic” disposition because we don’t like what is being “served” that day.
But worship isn’t about us.
It begins and ends with our God. He is worthy! What if the gospel shaped our approach to Sunday gatherings more than a burger joint does? What if we spent the week being influenced by the saving truth that the Son of God left the glories of heaven for the slums of the earth and then died for us so that we might have eternal life? What if we closed our eyes and imagined our King on His throne, listening to the praises of His people? We’d have a unified, powerful time of worship where voices are raised as one to our King.
I understand we have preferences and I’m not trying to belittle that, but I am calling on us to lay down our preferences for the sake of unity of the body. We have a great privilege in gathering to worship. I pray that we can let the glory of God - who He is and what He’s done - fuel our worship and drive out divisiveness; for the day is coming when every tribe, tongue, and nation will be singing a song to the Lamb who sits on the throne. May that future inform our present, and may we have gospel-shaped lives of worship that overflow into gospel-fueled times of worship on Sundays. 
Excerpt from :

On Consumeristic Worship

by Dustin Rouse August 4, 2016

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