We were stunned.
My family stepped out of our minivan, walked over to the edge of the Grand Canyon, and our jaws dropped. The breath-taking beauty that filled our senses left us wordless. Never had we stood before such vast splendor. We felt so small peering a mile down to the winding Colorado River.
What prompts speechless wonder in our hearts when staring up at stars on a moonless night far from city lights? Why do our minds joyfully absorb rolling hills of flaming color on an October New England day? How come we gape at the heights of a giant Sequoia and conclude there must be a Power greater than us?
“Give unto the Lord the glory due to His name; worship the Lord in the beauty of holiness” (Psalm 29:2 NKJV).
I believe it is because we were created for worship. Programmed deep in our being is a longing to acknowledge that we are not alone in the universe. We sense there is a Being beyond our tiny world who sees all and knows all. In quiet moments of honesty we are prompted to bow in humility.
Worship is often narrowly defined as a thin slice of religious actions we perform in church once a week. We sit, we stand, we kneel, we sing, we watch, and we pay for the performance. But if the show is lukewarm, we feel a little cheated.
Perhaps the essence of worship slips away when we become absorbed in our own little sphere and neglect to look up at the infinite grandeur of God. But if we stop with awe, like our first view of an infinite blue ocean, then our hearts will prompt us to bow in speechless wonder.