Oh come all Ye faithful. Have you been found faithful? Come let us adore him..for He alone is worthy, Christ The Lord.
My adoration for Him manifest in praise. LOUD. PRAISE.
It is not a cultural thing. It’s a I have been redeemed and forgiven of my sins fact.
He left the splendor of heaven to be born in a stinky stable. He came on a mission to save me. That same baby grew to be the man Jesus…from Bethlehem to the cross. That was a LOUD statement of adoration, I am honored.
He didn’t die a quiet death. He was openly humiliated for sins he knew I would commit. The insults they spoke. The false accusations. The nails they pierced through his hands. The crown of thorns placed on his head. The blood that He shed. They were all LOUD. Very LOUD!
The moment the earth quaked and the veil of the temple was torn in half, giving me free access to come boldly before the throne of grace . Now His grace flows through every aspect of my life in a very LOUD way.
He didn’t silently heal my babies. Yes, I am talking about that again because you weren’t there when this mother cried very LOUD tears begging Jesus for a miracle. LOUDLY petitioning him to reverse the prognosis. And he did. Perfectly and LOUDLY.
When I silently reflect on all he has done for me, the quiet reflections manifest in LOUD praise. It’s not that I can’t contain myself, it’s that I choose not. After all, he chose not to withhold his blessings from me.
Please don’t get annoyed when I praise. It was not meant for you, only for an audience of one…the one I adore.