How different would my life be if I began and ended everything with the doxology.
Praise God from whom all blessings flow.Praise Him, all creatures here below.
Praise Him above, ye heavenly hosts.
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
Just taking a minute to sing, a minute to refocus, a minute to remind myself that even if things don’t turn out the way I desire or expect, God is to be praised. A moment of stopping to worship with a short prayer and remember who God is. How would I change if I was more outspokenly thankful? A lot of Christians now are very dismissive of the ideas of habit, and tradition, and old prayers or hymns. While I agree with the common claim that these can become a religion instead of a relationship, there is still great value in them. There is still great beauty and theology to be found in the songs and prayers of the generations before us. In college we sang a hymn that dated back to the earliest days of the church. There was something amazing about sharing those thoughts, and words, and that prayer of worship with hundreds of years of Christians before me. What were they going through when they sang that? What comfort did it bring to them? What did it teach them about God? Islam has been on my mind lately and a good source of thought and conversation in my office for the last weeks. Muslims have religion. They have rituals. They pray at the same time as all of the other Muslims five times a day. And yes, it is sad that they cannot have a relationship with their God like I have with mine, but there is a lot of beauty in this practice because it demonstrates immense reverence for god and a really strong act of community. There’s something beautiful about that act which is so often missing in Christianity. The distancing reverence of past generations has swung in the opposite direction to today’s attitude of Jesus is my homeboy. Neither is true. God is not distant and Jesus isn’t your buddy. God is here, He loves you, and He is worthy of your most humble adoration.