I love babies. I think they are one of God’s greatest creations. I smooch on one at least 72 times every day.
I love Mommas. I am one. I have one.
I love our flag and our country. I love the men and women who have served to protect our freedoms. We are headed out the door in a few minutes to attend a parade in honor of the fallen heroes who have given their lives in service to our great land.
I love Daddies and Sunday school teachers and elderly folks and half century or more marriages.
I think all of those groups should be honored and praised and respected.
But when I attend worship services every Sunday morning, I am there to worship and honor and praise a certain risen Savior who died for me when I was yet a sinner, unclean. He, alone, is worthy to be praised.
I am unworthy of His wonderful gift of salvation and I humble myself in His presence.
I do not think it is appropriate to honor and praise any of the above groups I mentioned during a worship assembly. That is why, on Mother’s Day, when the mothers in the crowd were asked to stand to be recognized, I found a reason to bend over and dig in the recesses of my purse for some unknown object.
It feels idolatrous to sing “My Country ‘Tis of Thee” and applaud standing veterans of World War II, so I keep my hands in my lap and my lips closed.
Please, understand that I mean no disrespect to the veterans or mothers or teachers or babies or anyone else, but I think there is a time and place for honoring them and a worship service is not it.
Does anyone have a different take on this? I would love to know scriptures that would support this practice.