Half-hearted and Smacked in the Face.

A few months back, Mike sat down with the Fuel students interested in doing worship on Sunday nights. I went into the meeting thinking he was just trying to get a schedule figured out and we were just there to get more organized, and I just didn’t really think too much of it. But he shared with us that he felt compelled to buckle down on worship, not in an organizational way, but in a spiritual way. He said that the second you get on that stage, you become a leader. And that just really hit me hard. Because if I’m leading, that means they’re following. Which means I needed a bit of a clean-up.

Prior to this meeting, and that smack in the face, worship at Fuel was just..whatever to me. My mindset was “Alright, let’s just pick like two songs we know and wing it.” Clearly, I really needed to get some things straight. I took a little break from leading worship because I just needed to feel what worshipping was really like. What standing in the crowd felt like. I spent a lot of this time praying that I could have a heart of worship, and be devout up there. God showed me that I had to lose myself before I entered the throne room. And when I really got a hold of what that felt like, worship became worship. My heart was made right, and God gets all the glory for that.