As I work on my computer this afternoon, I'm listening to a song that I wrote a few years ago called "Dance Like David." For once, I was not listening with an ultra-critical musical ear (as I often do when listening to my own stuff), but I was rather listening to the heart and the depth of passion that was in me when I wrote the lyrics. And as I thought about what was in me that I just had to get out the day that song was written, I wondered if I still feel the same way.

In some ways, I feel like my personal passion and zeal to worship has been lost or damaged in some way. Has it really? Is who I am as a worshipper simply a shadow of what I have been in the past? Has my zeal been buried in the mechanics and responsibilities of teaching worship and leading music? Or have I simply not spent enough time alone at the feel of Jesus, telling Him how much I adore Him?

There is such a danger in ministry - and yet we are all called to it. There is such a tendency to be so caught up in what we do FOR God that we lose opportunities to be WITH God and simply lavish Him with praise. There is a dangerous but pervasive thought process that says, "I could be doing all these things instead of just sitting here alone worshipping God." I know I have blogged about this before. I likely will again. I miss the times where all I was worried about was when I was going to get the chance to worship Him again and how I could do it more extravagantly. I know that my understanding of what God accepts as worship has grown and matured over the years. But this afternoon I am missing the times where the worship and the music were simply about Him and me. I know He has called me to more than that, and that part of my worship is to passionately reproduce the gifts and passions He has given me.

But sometimes I just want to be extravangant and anonymous once again.


I want to give extravagant praise
I want to dance like David danced
I want to unveil myself before You
I want to dance like David danced

I want to pour out fragrant oil
I want to dance like David danced
I want to clothe Your feet with kisses
I want to dance like David danced


Now one of the Pharisees was requesting Him to dine with him, and He entered the Pharisee's house and reclined at the table. And there was a woman in the city who was a sinner; and when she learned that He was reclining at the table in the Pharisee's house, she brought an alabaster vial of perfume, and standing behind Him at His feet, weeping, she began to wet His feet with her tears, and kept wiping them with the hair of her head, and kissing His feet and anointing them with the perfume. (Luke 7:36-38)

David, wearing a linen ephod, danced before the Lord with all his might.... David said to Michal, "It was before the Lord, who chose me rather than your father or anyone from his house when he appointed me ruler over the Lord's people Israel—I will celebrate before the Lord. I will become even more undignified than this, and I will be humiliated in my own eyes. (2 Samuel 6:14, 21-22a)