It has been a rather difficult couple of weeks in my family. Two of my mother's cousins passed away within one week of each other. One of the cousins I had not seen in many years. He and his family moved to the west coast when I was a girl and I had not seen them much over the years. I was extremely close to his mother, my great-aunt. I also know his oldest brother quite well as they lived about 10 miles from us for many years. I also have talked to his oldest daughter from time to time as we are quite close in age.
The other cousin, though she lived 200 miles away from me, I knew much better as I would see her at various family gatherings over the years. She was a short, determined- looking worman with sparkling eyes full of fun. At first glance she might seem like a stern, no-nonsense type of woman but those eyes gave her away.
Both of these relatives had faithfully served God for many years. One was a retired pastor. The other one served within her local church, doing whatever her hands found to do. I'm going to go one step further and say that I think our actions grieve God when we sit calmly and quietly I wasn't able to attend the funeral of the first relative but returned late last night from the funeral of the second one. During the funeral service I was struck by a couple of common references. The first one was how much she loved both God and people. People stood and shared acts of kindness she had done without any fanfare. She simply did it, often showing up at just the right moment because God told her to do "such and such". Often she had not aware of the need but of course, God was and so He sent His faithful, willing servant to carry out the necessary task.
The other thing mentioned over and over again was what I refer to as freedom in worship. When she worshipped God, she worshipped God with her whole heart. It didn't matter to her if no one else around her was lifting up their voice or their hands in praise. It wasn't about what so and so thought or didn't think she should do. It had nothing to do with them and everything to do with God. She was not ashamed to exalt God with every ounce of her being whether it be standing in awe-struck silence or singing and dancing in His presence.
I understand. There are times I am so blown-away by the power and majesty of God that I fear I will explode if I keep silent and still. In fact, I will go one step further and say I think it grieves God when we sit or stand calmly and coolly in His presence as if we are patiently waiting in queue. What is wrong with us? How can we be nonchalant when we contemplate who God is and what He has done, is doing and continues to do in our lives?
When people "read" the pages of our lives, let it be said that we loved God, loved people, served God faithfully and really knew how to worship Him.