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Why am I so consumed with myself? Never is there a day where I do not lavish myself with some form of self-indulgence. If I eat, I eat to filling. If I drive, I drive to my advantage. If I walk, I move at my pace. If I sit, I choose the luxurious chair. If I speak, I choose language that will improve my standing. If I love, I love to the end that I may be loved. My days are filled with "me". Where is the worship in that? Is not my day to be an act of worship? Is not worship inherently an act of giving rather than taking?

I suppose there are some necessary elements of this self-seeking phenomenon. Right? Must I not must be concerned about my health, my safety, my well-being in general, but have I come so far that trivial matters are just as important as vital matters? Is it really necessary that I speed around the "grandma" in front of me only to exit the freeway in 1/2 of a mile? Is "supersize" a necessity? Must I defend my reputation for the sake of personal dignity? Will not Christ be my advocate? Will not Christ provide for my every need? Will not Christ care for my well-being according to his good will and purposes?

Atheists! I am a practical atheist. We are all practical atheists. Why? Because we take rather than give. Do I really believe that God will care for my every need until the end? I fancy, with good reason, that my heart demonstrates otherwise, else would I not live like I believed in the sufficiency of God's goodness? Did Christ not teach that if he cares for the sparrow he will care for his own that much more? Did he not say, "take no thought for the morrow?" Did he not say, "He will never leave us, nor forsake us?" Did he not say that, "My life is hid with Christ in God?" Why then? Why is my being the only constant in my reality?

Christ cares infinitely for his children. Is that not a true statement? If Christ is fully God and a PERSON within the triune God, is he not infinitely able to provide for the smallest of my need? Even the largest of my need? If Christ is mine and he is in me cannot I trust him to see to the smallest detail of my life? Worship frees me from my own self.

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