Meet With Me...

It's 5:oo on a Saturday...the regular crowd shuffles in...

Ok, a little shout out to Billy Joel there. I just had that thought running through my head tonight as I walked in to church to lead worship for the kiddos. I don't know how it happens, but I get so wrapped up in the mundane that sometimes it feels like such a chore to walk in that building. Can you imagine? It feels like a chore to lead kids in worship? That's sin. It's a sin called apathy.

It was a rough night. We ate a marshmallow big time. But there was a moment...a moment that mattered. Our communion song was "Meet With Me." The words go something like this:

I'm here to meet with You
Come and meet with me.
I'm here to find You
Reveal Yourself to me.

I was singing those words and I felt like the worst hypocrite in the world. I wasn't really there to meet with God. I didn't really expect Him to meet with me. I was there to do my job. And I wanted to cry. How did I get here?

I love Jesus. I really do. But I've got some work to do. He's got some work to do in me. I never want to feel again like I felt tonight. If I'm going to sing those words, I want to mean it. If I don't, I'm just a resounding gong or clanging cymbal...just noise. God doesn't want my noise. He wants to meet with me. And I want to meet with Him.