How GREAT Is Our God
Last night my Missional Community group sang “How Great Is Our God” in our time of worship together. I’ve sang that song literally thousands of times and I think it finally just registered with me. I’m talking about how great God is above all others and how badly I want all to see how great is our God…
I really had to stop and repent… even to the point of tears.
You see, I have this personality that when I think something is great, I tell EVERYONE about it! If it’s a good movie or band, I want everyone to see it or hear it and love it. If it’s a killer restaurant, I become an evangelist for that restaurant. “Have you tried Chuys? Seriously, you gotta try it… it’s OH-MAZING!”
I know a lot of Chuyvangelists and Mumfordvangelists and TrueGritvangelists. Maybe you are one too.
I came to the realization last night that, while intellectually I believe that God is great, the practical heart reality is that I really don’t act like it. I get more excited about Mumford and Sons’ “Sigh No More” record and Jeff Bridges’ amazing reenactment of Rooster Cogburn than I do about Jesus. I would rather have some killer Tex-Mex than an incredible time of feasting on God’s word.
Not trying to Jesus Juke anyone who loves these things. These are all good things. But they are not THE thing. They did not die for me (though enough Chuys might kill me). They didn’t create me and save me and adopt me and give me an unimaginable inheritance. In 5 years I probably won’t even remember them. But the God who stands forever is immeasurably greater and I dismiss Him without realizing it.
A group of guys and myself have begun praying that God would re-ignite a deep love and passion for Himself in us. Breathe revival in us. Restore the awe. Remind us how exciting and incredible and amazing and…GREAT He truly is.
Would you join me in praying for that? For me and for yourself.