Okay, I Admit It. I'm a Praise and Worship Snob.

It's not really my fault.  I have just always had good music at church. That's why it pains me to see great ministries trade good praise and worship for a mini concert with bells and whistles. Don't get me wrong,  I was a praise and worship leader at a small church for about "5 minutes." I empathize with those of you who have to earnestly seek God for weekly direction, coordinate with the sermon series, have back up songs in case Jesus "shows up," and to have to do it all with an "I'm not worthy" attitude, a rock 'n roll guitarist, half witted drummer, and a sweet, but squeaky soprano!

 
Man, I love church! And we all know that a little sugar helps the medicine go down. That's why a good praise and worship 'tis so sweet!  So riddle me this:  who voted for the smoke machine and the flashing lights?  It upsets my equilibrium and those poor asthmatics! And why is it so dark in here? I'm vision impaired and can't find my seat! And the worship leader is making me sleepy because surely he just rolled out of bed with that wrinkled shirt and bed head.

 In an effort to maintain my status of upper echelon worshipper, I visited other churches to see how we fared and found:  half the soprano section didn't know the words to the songs.  The song list was ripped from the headlines of an old WOW Gospel CD, and the worship leader was a little more "metro" than I would have liked.  Not to mention all the bling, mohawks, and smoky eyes.

I long for the good ole "heart of worship"  Matt Redman days where we would sing to Jesus freely without pretense, thank him for all he had done and shower him with our praise.  I remember the music stopping and hearing the a cappella resound from novice voices seemingly touching the ear of God and bringing him pleasure.  Call me crazy, but I'm a stickler for Jesus during praise and worship. Maybe we should invite Him back.  Maybe it's just my snobbery.

It's how I was razed....