A few days ago I went to a concert at Red Rocks with my mom. It was headlined by Chris Tomlin, Matt Redman, and Matt Maher and my mom was going to be in town and I could tell she really wanted to go. So I told her I would go with her.
But as it drew closer, I wasn’t getting any more excited. Although I often put Christian music on in the car, I felt out of the music loop that I used to be in with my mom. Back in high school and college, my mom and I were Christian concert-goers extraordinaire.
You see, I grew up in Charismatic prayer groups. I learned how to worship through praise music. I taught people to open up their hands as a sign of openness and to reach out to God. But I’ve been holding a baby in my arms for the last 4 years, or doing dishes, or folding laundry, and I feel like that’s all my hands know how to do anymore.
So I kept my hands in my pockets as the music started and people began to worship and sing. As I kept my hands in my pockets, the wind picked up and I started to chill. And I realized that wind is also a symbol of the Holy Spirit. And I really felt that the wind was the work of the Holy Spirit moving in the thousands gathered, especially me.
At one point they asked us to kneel. Catholics know how to do that well, we understand that kneeling and genuflecting and bowing our heads are outward symbols of respect and submission to God. But opening our hands is a little more uncomfortable.
I realized that sometimes I need to put the baby down and worship. My arms have been so full of day-to-day life that I miss out on stepping back and seeing the bigger picture. Because I have forgotten to set aside time to worship. Not just say a quick prayer here or there, but really enter into worship.
Recently my husband and I started alternating weeks for a holy hour. The time has been spent doing religious reading, praying a rosary, and offering up some intentions. But I have been lacking in worship; in starting out with acknowledging the greatness of God, and opening my hands and heart to God, and saying, “Okay, Holy Spirit. Move in me. Draw me closer to you.”
Because when we worship, we put God first. We praise him for who he is. There are lots of ways to worship. I do enjoy great modern praise and worship songs. You can simply speak all the names of Jesus. You can pray many of the Psalms that are praise. And of course the Liturgy is an act of public worship. But when we put God in his rightful place, all else comes into order. Perspective on his greatness and our need for him permeate into the other areas of our life where we make choices.
Even in today’s second reading (for the 20th Sunday of ordinary time) from Ephesians, St. Paul writes: “… addressing one another in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, singing and playing to the Lord in your hearts, giving thanks always and for everything in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ to God the Father.”
So it’s time to put the baby down and get my hands out of my pockets and open them towards God. Maybe your children are all grown or you don’t have children yet, so what is your figurative baby that’s holding you back from opening up to God?
Let’s allow the Holy Spirit to help us worship God and put our life back in right order.
CCC 2086: When we say ‘God’ we confess a constant, unchangeable being, always the same, faithful and just, without any evil. He is almighty, merciful, and infinitely beneficent. Who could not place all hope in him? Who could not love him when contemplating the treasures of goodness and love he has poured out on us?