October 27, 2004
October 1, 2004
(ed.: This is the first post from my first blog called, yes, “Worship Naked.” Please remain calm.)
Uhh … yeah… about that.
Some of you might be here because the word “worship” caught your eye. Some of you might be here because the word “naked” caught your eye — and having looked around and seen nothing (or no one) naked, you’re now feeling a tad ripped off. Well, stick around — or how else will you discover that you’re not a tad ripped off, you’re FULLY ripped off, in one sense only.
So … my heart’s desire with this weblog is to talk about life in Jesus Christ. (And perhaps I just heard screaming and the pounding of feet as the naked people have officially fled.)
Look, I freely admit that I’m a born-again Christian. I’m also a phony, a poser, a hypocrite — in biblical terms, a Pharisee. And I’m tired of it. One day, I was reading the story in 2 Samuel 6 and was struck by the verse that’s become the tag line for this page: “David danced before the Lord with all his might.” This guy was the king of Israel . In a moment of sheer joy and celebration, he unashamedly, unabashedly DANCED before the Lord and basically the whole darn town. He worshiped naked.
Now he WAS dressed rather skimpily for a king, but the idea of “worship naked” isn’t about naked bodies. It’s about naked hearts. It’s about being stripped bare. Emotionally. Spiritually. Stripped of personal mythologies, pretenses, facades and loving God with ALL. To worship naked is to wholeheartedly believe, not just halfheartedly behave. To worship naked is to be the beggar at the door amazed, grateful, changed when the Master takes you in and makes you His child. So no, we won’t be out in the woods cavorting naked; we’ll be on our knees crying, “Search me, O God.”
I realize this is a pebble dropped in the ocean, but I’ll still stand on the shore and say, “Hey, who wants to come?” You never know.