Ways of Worship

Yesterday during my English Lit class, my professor (who is brilliant!) brought up a very interesting question. We go to church and we sing and worship during the songs, but do we worship during the sermon? As I thought about this, I began thinking about how I react during a sermon. I listen, open my Bible to what is being talked about, underline things that strike me, write down notes. I think a lot of us do that. Is that worship?

There have been times where the message has really moved or impacted me to a point where I feel it. I know that God put that message in front of me at a time when I needed to hear it most. I give thanks and praise to God for moving me and giving me words of wisdom. So, I guess that's a form of worship as well.

I'm not saying you have to go to church and worship the entire time. We all react to things differently. Something that strikes a chord with me might not move you in the same way. Everyone has a different view, but we're all capable of praising God. That's how He created us to be. Give Him all the glory.

I Want Your Thoughts!

Hello there! As some of you know, I'm taking a poetry class this semester and I've really been working on my writing. Recently I submitted two of my poems to Poetry Magazine in the hopes of getting them published, so we'll see how that goes! I've been thinking about putting up one of my poems on my blog to see what you guys think. I would love to have some feedback and see what you guys think. So be on the lookout for that in the near future! I realize this post is really short, so here's a pretty picture I took for you to stare at!

Poetry Day!

Yeah, I know. I forgot to post a poem last week. But I remembered this time and that's what counts. So, today's poem is Let Evening Come by Jane Kenyon. It's quite lovely in my opinion. It has such a tranquil and relaxed tone to it. I like how she describes evening without using words that we normally associate with it, like night, stars, and moon. My favorite line of the poem is the last one. It's just the perfect way to end it. Ok, enough of me. Read it for yourself!

Let Evening Come
BY JANE KENYON
Let the light of late afternoon
shine through chinks in the barn, moving
up the bales as the sun moves down.

Let the cricket take up chafing
as a woman takes up her needles
and her yarn. Let evening come.

Let dew collect on the hoe abandoned
in long grass. Let the stars appear
and the moon disclose her silver horn.

Let the fox go back to its sandy den.
Let the wind die down. Let the shed
go black inside. Let evening come.

To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoop
in the oats, to air in the lung
let evening come.

Let it come, as it will, and don’t
be afraid. God does not leave us
comfortless, so let evening come.