My first thought when I woke up from the anesthesia of surgery was, “I didn’t die.”
Honestly, I really thought this whole open heart surgery was a 50/50 thing. And while statistically the odds were strongly in my favor, I still wondered if I would breath my last on January 11, 2012.
Upon my return home I opened up the Bible to Psalm 40, and there, waiting for me, was a verse. Have you ever had that moment? The second you read over a verse it’s like angels start singing and your brain cells start to jump around and your skin tingles? Well, maybe it wasn’t quite like that, but I do know God was speaking to me:
“He put a new song in my mouth, a hymn of praise to our God.
Many will see and fear and put their trust in the Lord.”
I’m no singer and my iTunes collection is about 120 strong, so I wondered what a verse like this was doing rooting itself deep in my heart. Perhaps it was just a joyful noise at this new opportunity at life post surgery? But as the days unfold, I am realizing it is much richer.
I am reading a book called Redemption-Freed by Jesus from the idols we worship and the wounds we carry by Mike Wilkerson. Usually I skip the introductions in books, because, in my opinion, if it was worth reading it would have a “Chapter” in front of it. Since being married, I am highly encouraged to not skip introductions and after reading this one, I wonder how much I’ve missed out on in life. Still, if I ever write a book you can expect Chapter 1: Introduction. I digress.
Within these pages I am discovering true worship, renewed worship, and each day a layer of my heart is peeled back and affections for things beside God are revealed. But greater than an exposure is a delightful revelation that humans are created to worship. Mike Wilkerson says, “To not worship is to not live.” We worship what we live for and broadcast our affections to this world. It is a constant stream of what we believe, why we get out of bed each morning, what we are really living for every day. Wilkerson says we’re like water hoses that cannot be shut off. You can point the water at the grass, the car, the shrubs, but you can’t turn it off.
We are worshippers, regardless of our goals, our spiritual beliefs, our political affiliations; we have chosen something to set our affections on and that steady stream of love will not be shut off during our time on earth. Our hearts are singing, projecting love songs to something or perhaps someone.