Bit of a rant today. (Aren’t they all?)
One evening during prayer—when people will pray, but if they want to, they can sing along with the worship leader—we were singing,
- Where the Spirit of the Lord is
- There is freedom
- I lift my hands to Jesus
- There is freedom
Certain people in my church are fond of saying we have perfect freedom to worship God in this place. A little too fond of saying it. (What they really mean, I suspect, is they get to sing their favorite songs during the Sunday services.) That evening—partially, I admit, out of pure mischievousness—I decided to test the truth of that saying. I changed the next slide to
- I shake my butt for Jesus
- There is freedom
’Cause if we have freedom, and the Spirit leads, we can do that. Right?
I very quickly heard about it from the prayer leader. She was outraged. Mainly ’cause of the word “butt.” It wasn’t blasphemy, but it was at least lèse-majesté. Good thing I didn’t use the other word I was considering.
But… freedom! Don’t we have the freedom to shake what your mama done gave ya, for Jesus? Or to at least say so? Don’t we have perfect freedom to worship God?
No we don’t. Not in my church. Nor any church. People have hangups. We shouldn’t, but we do. And our hangups become our churches’ holdups. God is totally pleased with a diversity of worship expressions. We aren’t.