Perfunctory introductions out of the way, I want to challenge you, dear reader, to throw out the secular world. I want you to rid it from your life, your vocabulary, and your theology. I don't want you to have any part of it! Not because we are holy and should only be part of the sacred world. Not because we should shun the things of this world in favor of the things of the one to come...but most importantly? Because there isn't anything wrong with the secular world.
Buckle up, sports fans.
I want you to throw out the secular world...because it doesn't exist. It's an artificial construct. It is a by-product of generations of compartmentalization. We exist in a world that is completely and wholly sacred. Flawed, yes? Imperfect? Constantly. But secular? Never.
Before you come after the ogre with hay scythes and pitchforks, let me ask you a couple of questions. What if we allowed God to speak to us through Bon Jovi and not just Chris Tomlin? What if you heard truth - and not little "t" truth but big "T" Truth - in your office on Tuesday morning but maybe not in your pew the previous Sunday? What if Creation itself was a sanctuary and anything from the life cycle of a butterfly to the storm cycle of a hurricane could evangelize those lost in the darkness?
What if we let God out of the box?
A lifetime ago, I worked in a pizza joint surrounded by good, Christian folks. We would sling pizzas and bus tables, all the while talking theology. One night, one of our best waitresses was out on the floor, sweeping her section after closing. Her name was Sandra Bogan and I went to high school with her son. San had a heart the size of Europe and mouth to match. Heaven help you if you got in her way, messed up her table's order, or said anything that she thought was out of line. But she loved louder than she shouted...and she taught me something that I will take with me always. That night she was sort of resting her head on the end of her broom while holding it. As I took the silverware rack out to the salad bar, I poked at her.
"San, you need a nap?"
"Shush yo' mouth, Matthew. I'm prayin'!"
And in my youthful ignorance, I responded...
"Come on, San. You can pray in church."
"Boy, I done more prayin' on the end of a broom than I ever did in a church."
Brothers and Sisters, I want you to take your worship outside of Sunday morning. I want you to be vulnerable enough to see God in everything...and I mean everything. I want you to worship a God that is bigger than the strictures we place on Him. I want you to live glorious, raucous lives; running headlong into a world that our Father created that we might leave a trail to his Kingdom in our wake.
Here's to worship on the end of a broom...