Catching Hearts

April 25, 2015

“Lift up your hearts”

“We lift them up to the Lord”

“Let us give thanks to the Lord our God.”

“It is right to give thanks and praise.”

In many worship traditions these words are spoken every Sunday.These are the words which have begun congregational prayer for nearly two thousand years.These are old words.These are serious words.

However one Sunday sitting in the church’s balcony I imagined the entire congregation tossing hearts into the air. The hearts rose up and then were gone. All those prayers tossed up for God to catch.heartsin air

Some days that is what prayer feels like. I toss my hopes, my fears,my heart up and out. Here God, catch. Some days it is a gentle toss. Some days I am distracted (oh look!) and its a wild pitch. Some days I throw a fast ball to God. Some days, not my best days, I throw a fast ball at God.

I expect God to catch what ever I throw. I assume that’s part of God’s job- to catch what ever I throw to or even at God. God even catches my errant throws. The ones in the dirt. The ones that sail high and wide.

I always expect God to lob back a softball or maybe even a whiffle ball. And so I am frequently surprised by what God throws back my way. Sometimes a gentle toss comes back to me. Sometimes a fastball is returned. Occasionally God throws a curve ball. If I miss the ball. God throws it again. And again. And even again.And again until I catch it. This can take quite a while. Fortunately God is willing to spend an entire Saturday afternoon tossing balls my way. I need quite a bit of practice. Slowly I learn to throw better, more accurately. Even more slowly my ability to catch what God throws to me improves.

I’m quite sure the early church father and mothers didn’t have a game of catch in mind when they said those ancient words. More likely they image they held was of the congregation ascending up into heaven with their hearts open and freely offered to God. Often when we say those ancient words I have that image also. Coming into God’s presence with open hearts is a holy moment.

And so is a game of catch.

Learning to Worship

April 20, 2015

I used to be  someone who went to worship to “fill up” spiritually for the week ahead. I wanted to have something to carry with me; wisdom from the sermon, a particular hymn, a prayer, something to guide me. My focus, sadly, was on myself- what I got out of worship. I worshiped to receive.

My experience of worship has changed over the years. Now it is not so much what I take away (although I take away plenty). Now for me worship is more about participation and being in God’s presence. I don’t mean that I was never in God’s presence before, of course I was. But my experience has tipped and shifted gradually over the years.

It occurs to me that, if I could watch myself during worship these days, I might appear sad or pensive or lost in thought. That is a good thing. Worship is the place where I can be who I am and put my public face away- for a bit. I bring myself, my real self into God’s presence. That real self confesses and praises. That real self sings and prays.

Now I could of course do that at home. I hope during personal devotions that I do bring my real self before God. But at home I often find myself distracted, thinking about laundry or or work or stuck in worry over something. I look out the window and realize that the yard needs raking or the grass needs cutting.

Often my real self lacks focus. In worship, the liturgy, the music, the standing and the sitting, the praying, all help me stay focused on God.

John Calvin believed that in worship that we, as the church, entered into God’s heavenly presence. When we lift our hearts up to God the rest of our selves follow. My real self, what that looks like on any Sunday, is who I offer to God. So in worship I am sad if I need to be. Pensive. Content. Worried. Glad. I offer my real self and know that the real me is loved and accepted by God.

It is an hour or so a week where I stop thinking about myself. My wants. My needs. My troubles. My responsibilities. Once a week I am not the center of my universe. Once a week things are in their proper order. The weekly practice of worship is an important discipline for me. Crucial in fact. I could not have learned how to worship honestly and truly without the church. The only reason I have any idea how to act, how to feel, how to pray the rest of the week because of what we do together on Sunday mornings. Without worship, how would I ever know how to properly live?


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