|Its shiny and it reminds me of|
steak. Seems worshippable to me.
Stanley Hauerwas once said that you can learn everything from a man by asking him one question: "What do you worship?" Granted, if I were to try to stop some bloke on the street and ask him said question, he'd probably look at me funny, mumble something that includes the words "stupid kids" and go along his way. If he were nice enough to answer, he'd probably say "God" (or the flying spaghetti monster, atheism's delicious marinara-flavored deity), and then he'd go along his way. Very seldom would I get an answer that moved beyond one or two startled, half-hearted words.
|SPOILER ALERT: Chris Tomlin wrote the music.|
All of it.
Or rather, they don't like the existing paradigm of worship. To them, the idea of hands in the air, or folded in prayer, or cupped to receive communion is about as appealing as sticking them in a bear trap. And, while I hope one day they come to see the value of these forms of worship (especially the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass), I can see where they're coming from. From the perspective of the outsider, worship is foreign at best, repulsive at worse, and, dare I say it, shallow in either situation.
You see, its human nature to worship, but not necessarily to worship those ways. Worship can (and ought) to be defined, not as something purely religious, but as something purely human. Human beings are cause oriented; that is to say that we tend to have some form of motivation behind our actions. We give considerably to the realization these goals. Whether it be the suburban business dad giving a ridiculous amount of time in a cubicle so that he can buy the nice car/house/in-ground pool (with illuminated waterfall), or the 15 yr old kid desperately trying to achieve uber-pwnage in MW3, we invest ourselves in our goals. To me, our motivations are our religion, and our self-investment is our worship. And thus, we find that people are worshipping every day, every where, in nearly every way imaginable.
|Meh, I'll worship the calf if its all the same|
|His pursuit for touchscreened glory|
rivals even the most Homeric
I challenge all of you reading this, consider the possibility that you may be worshiping an idol, and that idol may be every bit as ridiculous as a golden calf. I get a little concerned when I see people killing each other on Black Friday, not just because someone literally shot another person in a Toys R' Us in front of their children, but because people are so obsessed with a bargain that they will literally kill for it (nothing says "Merry Christmas" like a blood-stained Tickle Me Elmo. Thanks Dad! Hope you get parole by the time I turn 40!)
|Holy Mass: Heaven on Earth|
So I urge you reading this: ask yourself Hauerwas' great question: "What do I worship?" I urge you to worship Christ, and to let him open the world up to you.