“Come, let us bow down in worship,
let us kneel before the LORD our Maker;
for he is our God and we are the people of
his pasture, the flock under his care.”
When was the last time I was down on my knees? Probably to look for something that rolled under a piece of furniture.
When was the last time I bowed down in worship, even in my heart, except on Sunday mornings? Can I even remember?
These are simple enough acts of respect and worship, and yet likely none of us commits them as often as we know we should. Often, we give more lip service than kneeling service.
As a little girl growing up, I can remember peeking in my parents’ doorway at night and seeing my mom on her knees. Later in her mid 80s, she still got down on those knees, stiff and sore, even though it was a struggle. The only thing that kept her from saying her prayers on her knees until her last breath was drawn was her immobility.
Why as a teenager was I embarrassed by her show of respect and humility before her Lord? Because I didn’t understand perhaps, or because I didn’t want to understand. The question begs some deep inward reflection.
Today, as a grandma and great-grandma, I pray every day but in a more comfortable position than on my knees. Do I have an excuse for not bowing down or kneeling? No.
Have we, in our too fast, instant messaging, texting world reached a point where we can’t even take the time to humble ourselves before our Lord and Savior to raise our petitions in prayer? Perhaps we can hold off that next IM, Tweet or Facebook post for just a little while longer, and get down on our knees.
After all, God just gave us His only Son, Jesus Christ, to bleed and die on a cross for our sins. And we don’t take the time to kneel and bow down? Isn’t it time we think about what we who have been saved by the Blood of the Lamb could and should be doing to say thank you?
Maybe it’s time to get our knees dirty and bow our heads down low.
Photo credit: Sprinkled Joy
(Psst . . . I know today’s Wednesday; I’m just late getting over to Write It, Girl.)