I wrote before about a worship bush that lives in my street.
At certain times of the year this bush has the most intense fragrance as you walk past it. It doesn’t bloom all year, so when I walk past and once again smell the fragrance, I smile. We are both still here. Still holding on. Still a worship bush. But as I’ve got older and more cynical, I’ve realised alot of people in my life claim to be just like this worship bush…but, you know, you never smell a sweet fragrance come from them, their actions, their attitude, their character, their lives…Yet they stand and declare – look at me, look at me, a worship bush. But a genuine worship bush never has to tell people what it is. You just walk past it and you know. Real worship bushes don’t need to yell it. They just are. Think about that. Do you tell people how long you pray daily…yet never bring peace to any interactions with others for all the time you claim to spend in prayer and worship? Think about it. Do you demand others serve and idolize you because you claim to be anointed. Chances are you’re not a worship bush. Think about it.
