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Real Worship Comes Out of Real Poverty

March 10, 2012

Real worship comes out of real poverty, a deep realization that we have nothing to offer in worship that we have not first been given.

Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.

I realized this this morning as I woke from an incredible dream. In the dream, someone was pointing out to me a drummer who had the most unusual drum. It was slightly larger than he was, shaped like a fat pancake and played as it stood on edge. He had this and maybe one small drum. I was asked, “How would he play if this cost $62,000?” I said, or maybe just thought (because I know I wasn’t really trying to prove a point): “I don’t know, but I know there are drummers who have nothing but a set of bongos, and they make that work, and can do some incredible things. Some have a most elaborate set of drums, and make it sing.” I didn’t get any answer—as I said, I wasn’t really expecting one, and maybe had just thought the idea. But a most amazing thing happened next.

The drummer in the dream began to roll back onto the floor with his super-pancake drum, and the drum rolled on top of him and changed shape just enough to become like a large cornbread muffin turned upside-down—on top of him. Suddenly, he was inside, and the drumming was not longer drumming but a thrumming that resonated, he and the drum as one. He was playing the drum, but the drum was playing him: He was the drum. It was an incredible, awe-inspiring sound—not loud, but resonant, fascinating, captivating.

And I awoke with the thought that did not seem at all relevant:

Real worship comes out of real poverty, a realization that we have nothing to offer. As I mulled on it lying there in bed, it expanded slightly, but the essence was the same. And I had to get up and write.

The dream is probably a picture of my life. Maybe it could be a picture of our economy, our world. I will leave that to you, my reader, to fit or not. I just know that I am more blessed that I have ever known, more satisfied and thankful and glad to be alive—all in the midst of being having less of what the world considers “substance” than ever in my life, less reserves to fall back on, less “security” in the financial sense, less certainty of what the future holds. I won’t bore you with the details, because…

Ultimately, all of us are in that “real poverty.” We have nothing we have not been given. Are we able to find our true worship in it? Can we roll with the “drum” and become one with it?