Paul Baloche Glorious
4 Dec
“Worship” musician extraordinaire (regular readers of bernardshuford.com will understand the irony here…) Paul Baloche has released a new album today.
I like Paul. I like the new album. I like his focus on music that truly glorifies Christ and the Cross.
I debate the idea of a certain kind of music at a certain time on Sunday being “worship”, but I love the idea of a guy spending his time writing songs that can be used to worship God in real and honest ways.
My conundrum here is multifold. I love to sing songs that are classified as “worship songs”. I love to play them. I love to sing them with others. I believe them to be wonderful songs.
Yet.
When we call Paul Baloche a “worship songwriter” but relegate Fanny Crosby and myriads of others to the obscurity of “the old hymns”, I believe we terribly miss the point.
Is it possible that all music is worship music, just with different targets? Do not love songs, in a basic form, worship the lover? Isn’t this issue somehow connected to worship music? Aren’t there heartstrings being tugged? Are they the same strings?
When I sing “And Can it Be”, I guarantee you it’s worship. “A Might Fortress Is Our God”.
Am I advocating a return to old hymns? Yes.
Do I support the use of new music? Yes.
So, what’s the point?
I don’t know. Something is wrong with how I’ve seen this, and I’ve lost my passion for worship in a musical form.
I want that passion back. But I MUST know that it’s real, or I won’t trust it to be real passion. I refuse to fake it.
When I sing a song of worship, I refuse to act as though I’m worshipping God simply for the sake of inducing audience emotion. Or soliciting compliments.
To use the words “let’s enter into a time of worship” seems painful to me, largely because of this statement but not it alone…
“We’re always worshipping. Sometimes, though, we stop worshipping God.”
Worship – “All to Jesus, I surrender.” The surrender, not the singing.
We worship God when He is the MOST important thing, to the exclusion of all others. When He is second to nothing – not to our bank accounts, not to our cars, not to our families, not to our churches, not to the music, not to the drums, not to the preacher, not to the potluck dinner, not to the color of the carpet.
To claim to be “in a time of worship” when I have not submitted such a huge portion of myself and my life to Him AT ALL is a farce, an insult, and a slap to God’s face. In effect, I say this – “I haven’t given God the first consideration today, but I’m now going to enter into a time of worship, where I will sing and shout and tell Him how great He is. That will be my worship for today.”
This easily becomes legalism.
That bothers me, too. I can never be good enough to be in the presence of God. Only the redeeming blood of Jesus Christ as my covering can allow me to worship Him at all.
Yet, I must ask, where is my heart? Is my heart truly “on God”? Is the desire of my heart to follow after Him?
Those days in Atlanta spun me upside down in ways I still don’t understand.


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