When I am out of synch (part 4)

Much of the reason that I engage in the worship of false idols, as many did in the time of Moses when the golden calf was built, is that false gods are easily obtained and tangible to the touch. How much harder it is to worship God, who is a Spirit and intangible. I cannot physically grasp His hand, but what I don’t realize is that when I truly worship Him, I am touching Him with my mind and heart. But when I have been tricked by satan into thinking I need something more, that I need to feel a touch or hear a sound because of my humanness, and I must do something more to truly worship Him then my worship has become vain. And what I think I seek to do for Him is only to show off for God by saying “Look at me, God! Look what I can do! I speak in the tougues of angels, I lift my hands to you, I play 4 instruments I could never play before. And Lord, don’t forget I take the LORD’s supper every week, so the blood must cover me.” And it is true, His blood covers a multitude of what I am and His love has built me up and will continue to build me up. But what I don’t realize is that God doesn’t care about how many times I lift my hands or bow down or close my eyes. It doesn’t matter how much or how little I put in the collection plate, Or whether I take the LORD’s supper, because I can do that for no reason than to do it as an obligation rather than to share a memory of what Christ has done and will do for me. My actions in church, my open demonstrations of adoration, can become my idol if I don’t preface it with the fact that God is in complete and glorious control and accepting of me where I am and, as is so often sung, “Just As I Am”. And it necessitates my careful examination of everything I do (ITim 4:16, ICor 11: 17-33). How do I ask Him through earnest prayer, "LORD, am I doing this right? Is this what you want?" Am I worshipping and insisting that my worship, my tradition of worship is the right way? (Col 2:10-23) Am I playing at religion, or am I truly religious (James 1:26,27)? My haughtiness, my pride will be my down fall, and will cage me, which is just where satan wants me. Once I am released by the power of His blood and the acceptance that it is only God’s way that is best, then my song of praise and my prayers are sweet fragrances to Him. (Rom12) And the false idols have been destroyed. Halleluiah!