o you have an eighth day? One where you worship and weep, One where you sing and allow yourself to escape the world. Where you float on God’s tears Where you are simply there to draw closer to the creator, and not the creation.
Christ’s death on the cross is not just some event that exists in history. It is cataclysmic, it is movement, it is the pinnacle of the world, it is God impaled on wood for us. We argue over when and where we will worship Him, how we will worship, who has the right idea of who is right.And in the meantime we are desecrating His holy body. Worship is not music,