Why Do I Worship Him

I gazed at the cloudy sky and pondered the question. A simple question yet profound. Why?

I worship Him because He created me and gave me eternal life. I had a beginning, but He didn’t. He’s always been. He’s the great I am. He lives in unapproachable light.

I worship Him because He’s perfect. I can trust Him and He doesn’t change. He’ll always lead me in the Way of Truth if I’ll only listen and wait for Him.

I worship Him because He is Deity. There is no one else like him. No one more powerful or able. No one more loving or gracious. No one more merciful.

Though I am a flawed, sinful person, I worship Him because He opened a Way to His presence. In myself, I can never please Him, but God doesn’t see my sins any longer. Jesus is the Way. God sent Him as a substitute, to received the punishment I deserve.

I worship Him because when I leave this earth, it’s only the beginning. I will spend all eternity in His presence. In delight, in joy, and in worship. And how long will that be? I can’t fathom it. I just know it is for all eternity.

As I pondered these thoughts, it became more clear. I attend church generally every Sunday and Wednesday and the reason is clear. I worship One who has made all the difference.

“For God so loved the world, He gave His only son. That whoever believes in Him will not perish but have everlasting life.” John 3:16.