Summary: This is the thid week of a sermon series based on a book by Robert Schnase. It uses the worship wars between contemporary and traditional worship services as the basis to question... what is worship?
12 Therefore, as God’s chosen people, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience. 13 Bear with each other and forgive whatever grievances you may have against one another. Forgive as the Lord forgave you. 14 And over all these virtues put on love, which binds them all together in perfect unity. 15 Let the peace of Christ rule in your hearts, since as members of one body you were called to peace. And be thankful. 16 Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly as you teach and admonish one another with all wisdom, and as you sing psalms, hymns and spiritual songs with gratitude in your hearts to God. 17 And whatever you do, whether in word or deed, do it all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through him.
A long time Christian went to the big city one weekend and attended a fancy big city church. He came home and his wife asked him how it was. "Well," said the man, "It was good. They did something different, however. They sang praise songs instead of hymns." "Praise songs," said his wife, "What are those?" "Oh, they’re okay. They’re sort of like hymns, only different," said the man. "Well, what’s the difference?" asked his wife. The man said, "Well it’s like this - If I were to say to you: ‘Martha, the cows are in the corn,’ well, that would be a hymn. If, on the other hand, I were to say to you:
‘Martha Martha, Martha, Oh, Martha, MARTHA, MARTHA, the cows, the big cows, the brown cows, the black cows, the white cows, the black and white cows, the COWS, COWS, COWS are in the corn, are in the corn, are in the corn, corn, corn… are in the corn, are in the corn, are in the CORN, CORN, CORN. The cows, the cows… are in the corn, corn, CORN.’
Then, if I were to repeat the whole thing about seven times, well that would be a praise song."
A new Christian was visiting relatives in a small town one weekend and attended a small town church. He came home and his wife asked him how it was. "Well," said the young man, "It was good. They did something different, however. They sang hymns instead of praise songs." "Hymns," said his wife, "What are those?" "Oh, they’re okay. They’re sort of like praise songs, only different," said the young man. "Well, what’s the difference?" asked his wife. The young man said, "Well it’s like this - If I were to say to you, ’Martha, the cows are in the corn,’ well that would be a praise song. If, on the other hand, I were to say to you:
‘Oh Martha, dear Martha, hear thou my cry!
Turn thou thy whole wondrous ear, by and by…
to the righteous, immutable, glorious truth.
For the way of the animals is terribly uncouth!
There in their heads is no shadow of sense…
They sneak into my corn unless they are fenced.
They have broken free their shackles, their warm pens eschewed.
Then all my mild sweet corn they have utterly chewed.
So look to that bright shining day, by and by…
Where no vicious animal makes my soul cry…
Where all good things of the earth are reborn,