This week we are reading Exodus 19 and thinking about how we approach the Lord in worship. Are we casual, reverent, cavalier, respectful?
I have appreciated reflecting on this familiar quote from Annie Dillard in Teaching a Stone to Talk. She worries that we have have forgotten how dangerous it is to come into the presence of the Living God:
On the whole, I do not find Christians, outside the catacombs, sufficiently sensible of the conditions. Does anyone have the foggiest idea what sort of power we so blithely invoke? Or, as I suspect, does no one believe a word of it? The churches are children playing on the floor with their chemistry sets, mixing up a batch of TNT to kill a Sunday morning. It is madness to wear ladies’ straw hats and velvet hats to church; we should all be wearing crash helmets. Ushers should issue life preservers and signal flares; they should lash us to our pews.
See you on Sunday. I’ll be wearing the kevlar.