Whenever I bake bread (rarely), I always have trouble
getting the dough to rise, which I blame on the frigid nature of our old
granite house. I do everything I can to raise the ambient temperature but am
usually disappointed that it takes at least two or three times as long as it
should to rise about half as high as it should. (Maybe I need to invest in a
bread-maker.)
Yeast requires a certain environment in which to react and
begin to work on the dough.
I was asked recently what I thought of loud, sometimes
repetitive worship music in a service. I think there would have been a time
when I would have found it boring or tedious. But over the years, I have come
to love the privacy this sort of corporate worship affords: I drop in and out
of the written lyrics, communing privately with God and then rejoining the
congregation. It can offer times of profound worship and a real sense of the
presence of God.
Stay with me here because all these thoughts will coalesce.
Jesus warned his
followers to be careful of the yeast of the Pharisees... the sincere religious
types who really knew their theology. We are products of the Enlightenment and
the age of reason, and so we are encouraged to rely on our brains and to be
suspicious of our heart intelligence.
I read the other day that faith is the expectation that God
is always good and he will work in every situation.
Worship music, repetitive or not but certainly sung from the
heart, is the warmth that gets the faith rising in my heart. It is from that
position of faith that I expect to see God to act – to see miracles.
My fear is that in churches which rely on prescribed worship
where the theological accuracy of the lyrics is the measure of its relevance,
we miss out on that mystical faith-raising element which then releases hope and
expectations.
Jesus told the man with leprosy who wanted to be healed and
couched his request in a weak ‘if you are willing...’, ‘I am willing!’ Worship
is the yeast that helps me recognise who it is I am asking for help, and know
that he is willing.
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