Love Song for a Savior

Do you ever just look around during a worship service, or pay close attention to someone praying, and feel their passion? Lately I've been noticing it and getting a sense of utter abandon from them; a thing told by the joy that's apparent, not only in the words they're speaking or singing, but in their vocal inflections and body language as well. You can tell, when someone's on the brink of tears during a song or prayer, or if they just let out a quick chuckle as they speak, as though they're caught off guard by a sudden happy revelation; things like that. God is their first and truest love, and it overflows and radiates from them.

I have a confession to make. I envy those people of that. It's something of which I've experienced a mere taste, and only a couple of times; enough to make me want more of it. I've seen worship leaders actually dancing out of sheer praise, and I can't help but long to praise God so wholeheartedly. I want to be utterly in love with Him.

I think of the things that occupy my mind. Stuff of this world, largely, which matters mainly in this life. With the mental energy I spend on those things, it's no surprise that my own praise seems halfhearted. Not that all the things on my mind are bad in and of themselves; some are even important to life, while others are generally negligible. But in truth, all of it pales in comparison to the importance of living life to the glory of God.

Like with many things, I intellectually know all this. But as I've at least implied before, there's a distinction between possessing knowledge and truly internalizing it. For things like this, it's important for my life and consciousness to be fully immersed in it. I want and need to be in pursuit of God with a greater fervor than that of my greatest worldly loves and interests. He deserves no less.