προσκυνέω (Proskuneō)

Father of lights, I praise you. I am happy to be alive today. The enemy has come up with many many things, but you have provided escape for me in your Word. Thank you Lord for your Word. I am grateful. Continue to teach me to walk in your will for my life.

In the end, help me to become the praise of your glory. Hallelujah. Amen
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I hope you enjoyed church. I did not.

When I was younger, church was about clothes and dance and songs. It didn’t matter, the sermon, and we didn’t concern ourselves with what the minister was saying at that time. Matter of fact is that during those sermon periods, I either slept or played with my other churchgoing kid buddies. Fun!

Unfortunately, the general thing now is that church is still about clothes and dance and song. That’s not all. Our preachers appear to have lost the Word somewhere in the amazing number of building and other funds, pledges and calls for donations. After all, what is more important than building a financially buoyant church.

That’s still not all. Its not only about clothes and dance and songs. Its about meetings. The meetings in churches today are just so much. Girls’ meeting and boys meeting. One for youths and another for adults. Singles. Marrieds. Clergy. Elders. Ladies. Gentlemen. Men. Women. Widows. Widowers. Committees. Praise God! Please.

And the connection focus. Who doesn’t want to meet someone that can link one up with someone that knows someone that can help. Because of course, uwa di egwu, no opportunities for ordinary people like us.

*sigh*

Today, it was all the same. And I turned to the pulpit for the focus but it wasn’t there. That was when I drifted off. I began to notice many things. I saw the man who had his Bible tucked under his pew and his eyes steadfastly on the day’s copy of The Punch. I noticed the girl that used to have a running nose back then. She is now so gorgeous. And the colours of the gele. I caught some woman discussing colour. Burgundy. Burundi? Lilac. Cadillac? And peach and violet and facial pink. Facial? I didn’t understand that one at all.
In a matter of minutes I was completely lost in the environment, thinking of colours and politics and that fine girl. In church. I was in church.

I became aware of myself only after the sermon came to a close and it was time for thanksgiving. Long one too today; Mothering Sunday and all.

I was struck by how little I had gained in church and how much distraction had come from my fellow church people. I realised then the importance of personal worship and fellowship with God and the real problems of corporate worship in our society.

I believe firmly that the church must and will come to unity of faith and purpose. We must keep praying for the realisation of that end.

In the meantime, we must understand that the ambience and character of corporate worship is dependent on individual perspectives of worship and service to Christ. There we have the Mary and Martha complexes. Some are drawn to Jesus and want to learn of him. Others want to work for him.

Churches tend to have the Martha complex because they are now more activity inclined. These activities may be well intended but are not usually as a result of direction from Christ. And that’s because the people are Marthas who want to please Jesus by what they do. You know what happens then.

We must all come first to Christ and remain in Him. Then, when we have come to understand the purpose of abiding in Him, our corporate worship attitude will be fine-tuned towards seeking Him daily and hearing what He has to tell us. We become hungry for the Word and we will get it, and we grow! Simple.

Each man must set his mind to seeking the Lord in His Word.

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Lord, draw us nearer to you.
Draw me nearer to you.

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