So the other night I thought I’d put a little effort into being romantic.  I don’t do so very often – information I’m sure Cindy would volunteer.  Earlier in the day we had heard Shania Twain on the radio, first time in a long time, and I was reminded of how much Cindy had enjoyed her music, years ago.  So I thought that singing her a Shania medley might be a romantic gesture.

She was with me when I was singing “You’re still the one,” and I only got minor eye-rolls when I was singing “Don’t be Stupid.”  In spite of its insults to the listener (stupid, absurd, impossible), it does affirm the singer’s want/need/love to them.  Well, when I got to “Man, I Feel Like a Woman,” Cindy was done, and so was I.  Sound familiar?  Maybe not the specifics – but does it sound familiar?  Have you ever been so caught up in the vehicle for accomplishing your goal, that you forget the goal entirely – missing it completely?

It strikes me that worship is about giving God His due.  Or, giving God the best we can offer – the closest to what He deserves that we’re capable of.  But how often have you said, leaving worship on Sunday morning, “That did nothing for me.”  How incredibly off-the-mark that comment is!  It reveals an attitude that is all wrong, because it answers a question that is all wrong.  The real question of Sunday gatherings is this: does what we do when we gather glorify God?

If not, then what does it matter whether we ourselves have gotten anything out of it?  We didn’t even accomplish what God brought us together for.