It's Not About You

"Are jeans the uniform for praise team now? It's not my favorite."

This is something someone wrote down on our bulletin tear off from church yesterday. No name. No service. Nothing but a ridiculous complaint. Stuff like this just frustrates me almost to no end. Honestly. It makes me want to stand up and scream out "It's not about YOU!" in the middle of the auditorium. You know what? I don't really care what the people on the platform wear, as long as it's not inappropriate. You know what else? GOD doesn't care about what the people on the platform wear, either. Nice jeans are just that - nice jeans. I wish people would spend a little less time worrying about the appearance and a little more time worrying about the heart. The person that wrote that note, most likely an old lady with a bug up her butt, spent the worship service worrying about what the people were wearing instead of spending that time growing closer to God. She's the one that missed out because she's not getting her perfect worship service. Funny how her attitude is exactly OPPOSITE of that which we should have. I wonder if she even understands the words when we sing this:

It's all about You, Jesus
And all this is for You
For Your glory and Your fame
It's not about me
As if You should do things my way
You alone are God and I surrender
To Your ways