What if God Worshipped Me?
I’ve resisted writing this article for several weeks. It kept coming into my consciousness, but I was afraid. Yet no other inspiration would come, so I finally yielded to the inspiration sent me. I hope this article awakens something within you.
What if God Worshipped Me?
Isn’t the title of this week’s article about the dumbest thing you’ve ever heard? Not only dumb, but outrageous. Not just outrageous, but heretical. In earlier times or in other countries, expressing this article might land me in prison, or worse.
Yet, this title has hung around my consciousness for several weeks. I was initially intrigued when God sent the inspiration. Then fear set in. What will people think if I write this? How presumptuous of me to even ask the question. I envisioned huge numbers of readers canceling their subscriptions and/or sending nasty email questioning my sanity and the value of my articles.
I haven’t written an article for several weeks—no other topics inspired me. Just this one. So I finally said, “OK, God, here goes.”
Is it really outrageous and presumptuous to think that God might actually worship me? Not just me as an individual, but me as a human being. What if God worships humanity? What if our relationship is one of mutual admiration?
The word worship normally refers to acts of honor to a deity, a supreme being. It also means reverence and loving or admiring devotion. Since God loves me and my life is special to God or I wouldn’t be here now, it seems reasonable to believe that my life is revered by God—so, maybe God does worship me after all. Maybe this isn’t such an outrageous question.
Ask yourself the question, “What if God worshipped me?” Would your day be the same old routine day? Would you behave in the same old routine way? I wouldn’t. I would strive to be the very best that I could be, in every moment of every day. After all, I wouldn’t want to disappoint God.
Not that I’m afraid of being punished—I don’t believe she does that. But I wouldn’t want to let her down. She’s counting on me.
How would my day be different? Instead of giving a nod and smile to the young woman soliciting funds for The Salvation Army, I’d give a nod, a smile, and a generous gift. I’d call the person who has been on my mind for several days to offer my help as she deals with a terrible illness in her family. I’d visit elderly relatives and help them with groceries, housecleaning, and cooking, and keep them company for awhile. I’d smile and welcome each person I meet, even those I casually pass by. I’d change all these things and many, many more if God worshipped me.
I think she does.
God is worshipping you, too. How will your day be different?