Every Breath...

Were the whole realm of nature mine, that were an offering far too small. Love so amazing, so divine, demands my life my soul my all.

I'm learning about worship. I believe that trees and bumble bees and grapefruit and cumulonimbus clouds can bring glory to God and proclaim His majesty. Why do I think that the things I daily do are somehow different... less... insignificant? On the one hand, they are because they are acts and creations of a creature, not the creator. But on the other hand, goodness! What majesty that a created thing could turn and willingly give back, as an act of worship, every emanation of life whether intentional or consequential! That God could so grip and enable the fickle heart of man that breath itself could be praise!

How would my spiritual perspective change if I truly believed I could live out every single aspect of my day to please God?

What if I could believe that weeding my herb garden could be worship the same way I believe singing hymns can be?

What if I saw His glory, not just in tadpoles and archipelagos, but in the creative abilities and discernment He put in me?

What if I really believed that I was a masterpiece, rather than a rehabilitation project?

What would change in my life if I saw the mind of Christ in me (the hope of glory)?

How would I live differently if I saw soul work as equal to/more important than physical or mental work?

Living a life of full-time worship is a giving over of everything. Giving everything might mean letting go of my categories. It might mean living out the image of Christ, the works of Christ, and the life of Christ while brushing my teeth, walking to class, or melting plastic over a fire to repair my water jug. It might mean learning to see worship in the welcoming of a neighbor at an inconvenient time, or in closing my eyes for a few moments' rest mid-afternoon.

Why do I categorize? What is it in me that sees some things as mundane and others as holy? Is not God the creator of all things? As a spiritual being with a physical body, is it possible that washing my hair or hanging a mosquito net could be as spiritual as listening to a sermon or sharing the gospel? Can I pretend that I steward this gift of life properly if I cannot curate well mind, body, and soul alike?

Possibly, nearly any life incident describable by a verb could also be described as worship, when properly executed. Possibly the interconnectivity of mind, soul, and spirit relates to an association between the out workings of these unique parts. Maybe neglect of one aspect is neglect of all, and nurture of one is nurturing to all. Maybe I'm finally putting some practical application to the profoundly simple words, "Whether therefore ye eat, or drink, or whatsoever ye do, do all to the glory of God."