worship – Linnea's Lines

I Am Yours

Because you love me, forgave me, chose me and then sent me, want to use me, I bring the only offering I can: my self, my soul, my life. You set aside the Levites for yourself, a wave offering to you, committed to serve, a living sacrifice for ongoing worship.Continue reading “I Am Yours”

It’s a Continual Sacrifice!

slow motion eastwardthe world whirlsturning constantlytowards its sun then welcomingthe dark embrace of nightand swirling all aroundsmokey mist risesincense in all colorscontrasting texturesbraiding togetherwith purpose in flightfirst day of the weekit intensifiesas praises are sungand the worship expressedin the Family of Godcovers the rotating earthone longitudegives way to anotherbut in each spacethere are hearts inContinue reading “It’s a Continual Sacrifice!”

In Spirit and in Truth

We worship in a cloud, unfocused though we strain to see and feel — yet worship what we know within unknowing, all senses clamoring for the Real: — the One who touches hearts with joy, whose fingers heal the blinded eyes, deaf ears; who feels our hurts because he hurt as human-Godson, heart and soul.Continue reading “In Spirit and in Truth”

The Fellowship of the Living Ring

Her feet stomp right then to the left, from front to back and round again just like her sister leading the line just like her sisters following behind arms all swinging back and forth as if cutting ripe grain to bring in harvest, or now bent low they pump the air like shovels plunging intoContinue reading “The Fellowship of the Living Ring”

Worldwide Easter

Today they sing in Singapore and raise their arms to praise the Lord in Tokyo and Mexico and many many many more – in Ethiopia they shout and ululate in South Sudan; in Michigan the lights come out and colors play across the scene to show what we’re so glad about – the Nyarafolo celebrateContinue reading “Worldwide Easter”

Worshiping Like Mary

(John 12:1-8) If I were to honor you like Mary did that week before you died, what could I do? My worship seems so paltry. Mary, the disciple who had sat at your feet, learning, brought expensive perfume – worth a whole year’s wages— and humbly rubbed it on your feet, that sacred space forContinue reading “Worshiping Like Mary”