Joinin’ With the Angels
Mercy sakes alive, friend, pull up a porch rocker, an’ have a seat. Now, lean in real close like an ol’ hound dog sniffin’ at somethin’ mighty suspicious ‘cause this here truth is worth hearin’ sho’-nuff. Revelation 7:11 is right where it tells us, “All the angels fall flat on their faces before the throne and worship God.” Now that there’s what I call real, wholehearted worship. Not polite. Not half‑hearted. Not “I’ll praise the Lord unless my feet hurt.” No sirree, this here’s worship that drops you faster than a lil’ ol’ faintin’ goat on a real hot summer afternoon.
When we worship together, we’re joinin’ in with heaven. Think about that, friend. Every time you lift your heart toward the Lord, you’re steppin’ right into the same heavenly chorus that never stops. Those angels worship night and day. They don’t take coffee breaks. They don’t check their watches. They don’t wander off like a distracted lil’ ol’ raccoon that spotted a real shiny gum wrapper. They stay locked in on the throne, and that there’s the same invitation that’s been set out for us, too.
Now, here’s the part that makes me git to grinnin’ like a lil’ ol’ possum that found a whole, fresh-baked, apple pie that was left on the windowsill to cool. There’s no melody mentioned that goes with the singin’. None. Not one single note. That there means if your singin; voice sounds like an ol’ rooster with a sore, scratchy throat, you’re still welcome to be singin’ right along with everybody else. God ain’t gradin’ the pitch o’ your voice. He’s listenin’ real close to what’s goin’ on in your heart. The book o’ Psalms don’t give us any kind o’ sheet music to be followin’ ‘cause every generation gits to bring its own melody to it. If you don’t like the music at church, then, just make up your own. Sing it. Speak it. Whisper it. Its’ them there words that carry the power.
And worship draws a response. When the angels worship, the elders fall down, they lay their crowns down, and they join in with their own song. Their words are different, but their hearts are the same. They cry out, “You are worthy our Lord and God to receive glory and honor and power, for You created all things.” Their song ain’t the angels’ song, and your song may not sound like anybody else’s song either. That’s the beauty of it all. Whatever your song is, you just gotta’ be honorin’ the Lord with it.
Father, help me worship You with my whole heart. Teach me to stay aligned with Your throne, to honor You in every moment, and to bring You my own song, whatever it sounds like. Keep my eyes on You and my heart bowed low. In Jesus name, Amen.
Now, listen here, as you move on off this here porch and git to steppin’ back into your daily chores, hold close within the heart of your soul that real worship ain’t fragile like a spiderweb blowin’ apart on a windy day. It’s real sturdy, real steady, and strong enough to pull your wanderin’ heart right on back to the throne. As Revelation 4:11 tells us, “You are worthy, oh, Lord, to receive the glory and the honor, and the power, because you created all things.” Now, merciful heavens, friend, your worship may sound like a cricket chirpin’ or a full‑blown bear roarin’ for all he’s worth, but heaven delights in hearin’ every lil’ bit of your worship just the same. Keep right on worshiping Him. Keep right on leaning in. An’ keep your heart turned toward the One who deserves every single note, every single word, and every single breath.
With joy,
Gwen
