Open Up The Sky

Open up the sky
Fall down like rain
We don't want a blessing
We want You
-Open up the sky by Deluge

Yes that's what I want too. I don't want to just feel good when I'm worshiping God. I want Him. I'm not doing for me, that's for sure. It's all for Him. It is so easy to get caught up in the thought that Sunday morning is for my benefit only. The "feel good" time of my week to get caught up with everyone, sing a few songs, and listen to a sermon.
I don't want to just be blessed on Sunday mornings. I want Jesus. I don't care how long it takes on Sunday mornings for that to happen. He's supposed to be the reason I go anyway so I should make Him my priority especially then.
Its got to be like this 24/7. Its got to be a bigger priority for me. Why else do all of this stuff? Why should I gain the whole "church" world, yet lose my soul? Yeah... totally don't want to do that.
Open up the sky, Lord. Reign in me with all Your mighty power.

Isaiah 1

13-17"Quit your worship charades. I can't stand your trivial religious games:Monthly conferences, weekly Sabbaths, special meetings— meetings, meetings, meetings—I can't stand one more!Meetings for this, meetings for that. I hate them! You've worn me out!I'm sick of your religion, religion, religion, while you go right on sinning.When you put on your next prayer-performance, I'll be looking the other way.No matter how long or loud or often you pray, I'll not be listening.And do you know why? Because you've been tearing people to pieces, and your hands are bloody.Go home and wash up. Clean up your act.Sweep your lives clean of your evildoings so I don't have to look at them any longer.Say no to wrong. Learn to do good.Work for justice. Help the down-and-out.Stand up for the homeless. Go to bat for the defenseless. (The Message)

13-17 Bring your worthless offerings no longer, Incense is an abomination to Me New moon and sabbath, the calling of assemblies--I cannot endure iniquity and the solemn assembly. I hate your new moon festivals and your appointed feasts, They have become a burden to Me; I am weary of bearing them. So when you spread out your hands in prayer, I will hide My eyes from you; Yes, even though you multiply prayers, I will not listen Your hands are covered with blood. Wash yourselves, make yourselves clean; Remove the evil of your deeds from My sight Cease to do evil, Learn to do good; Seek justice, Reprove the ruthless, Defend the orphan, Plead for the widow. (New American Standard Bible)

Yep. Me too.