Quotes about Worship

David knew what mattered most. The presence of God. He begged God for it.

While we are shaking heads in disbelief, they are lifting hands in worship. While we are mourning at a grave, they are marveling at heaven. While we are questioning God, they are praising God.

When God sends signs, be faithful. Let them lead you to Scripture. As Scripture directs, be humble. Let it lead you to worship. And

Everything you do or say should be done to obey Jesus your Lord. Colossians 3:17

One stay-at-home mom keeps this sign over her kitchen sink: "Divine tasks performed here, daily." An executive hung this plaque in her office: "My desk is my altar." Both are correct. With God, our work matters as much as our worship. Indeed, work can be worship.

Turn your attention away from the problem, and for a few minutes celebrate God. It does you no good to obsess yourself with your trouble. The more you stare at it, the bigger it grows. Yet the more you look to God, the quicker the problem is reduced to its proper size. This was the strategy of the psalmist.

Do you see the intentionality in those words? "I will lift up my eyes." Do not meditate on the mess. You gain nothing by setting your eyes on the problem. You gain everything by setting your eyes on the Lord.

As far back as the son of Adam, worshipers knew "without the shedding of blood there is no forgiveness" (Heb. 9:22 NIV). How Abel

Oh, give thanks to the LORD! Call upon His name; make known His deeds among the peoples! Sing to Him, sing psalms to Him; talk of all His wondrous works! 1 Chronicles 16:8—9

Jesus was robustly thankful.

Hear this challenge today: "Are you troubled, restless, sleepless? Then rejoice in the Lord's sovereignty. I dare you—I double-dog dare you—to expose your worries to an hour of worship. Your concerns

Worship is when you're aware that what you've been given is far greater than what you can give. Worship is the awareness that were it not for his touch, you'd still be hobbling and hurting, bitter and broken. Worship is the half-glazed expression on the parched face of a desert pilgrim as he discovers that the oasis is not a mirage.