Can oohs be holy?

During one of the songs last night at church, there was a part where there was no words…just oohs.  You know those parts?  Where it’s just a lot of aah-ing or ooh-ing during what would otherwise be an instrumental part of the song?

While I love those parts of the song when I’m in the car, I’ve often felt they were a little awkward in corporate worship because they just didn’t say anything.  Sometimes when leading worship during one of those parts, I’d look out at the congregation and sometimes think, this feels a little weird.  I mean, were just singing a bunch of oohs.

And sure, those parts sound really pretty, but are they necessary?  We’re supposed to be offering up worship, but we aren’t even saying anything.  Does God appreciate our oohs as much as our words?

So I’m standing there last night ooh-ing along with the worship leaders and the rest of the congregation and that’s when it hit me.

You won’t always have the words.

I had to just let that settle for a second.

Because there will be seasons of hardship when words fail.   And I thought at that moment about times in my life so difficult that I’ve been at a complete loss as to how or what to pray.  I thought of situations I’ve seen my friends walk through that were so hard, so gut-wrenching that I didn’t even know how to pray on their behalf.

And in the middle of that part of the song that was without words, I was reminded of this verse:

In the same way, the Spirit helps us in our weakness. We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us through wordless groans.

~ Romans 8:26

There will be those moments where all I can get out of my mouth is an “ooh” or “aah.”  We’ve all had them.  Life happens and we are left feeling confused and hurt, angry and frustrated, or frightened and alone.  Sometimes your brain just can’t get it together.  And when we land in that spot, the Holy Spirit steps in and prays the words on our behalf.

And you know, there’s even a flip side to that coin.  I’ve found myself in moments where I have been so stunned at God’s love and His mercy that I can’t think of anything that even comes close to saying how wonderful and beautiful He is.  All I can do is stand there and “aah.”  I bet you’ve had those moments, too.

So then…can oohs be holy?  Yep.  I’m thinking absolutely they can.  🙂



Well that was awkward.


It’s a word that’s used to describe different things…maybe a person, maybe something that was said…but most recently I heard it used to describe a moment during a church worship service.  Apparently it was a very prayerful, intimate moment but it was deemed by a few to have possibly been awkward for some either at the service or watching online.  It was decided for the rest of the weekend services that moment should probably be avoided so that no one would feel awkward.

And although I understand the heart behind that notion, I also can’t help but be somewhat saddened at the idea of adjusting a worship service to suit the comfort level of those attending.  It just seems like the tone of worship should be set according to the One receiving it , not by the ones who get a little weirded out when worship becomes a little too intimate or a little too extravagant.

One part of scripture that has continued to come to mind in the last couple of weeks since I heard about the “uncomfortable worship moment” is in Luke 7:36-50.  Jesus is having dinner at the house of Simon the Pharisee when this woman shows up that the Bible describes as having led a sinful life.  Specifically it says that she had heard Jesus was at the Pharisee’s house and so she came with an alabaster jar of perfume.  As she stood behind Jesus, she began to weep and her tears fell on His feet, getting them all wet.  So she crouched down and dried His feet with her hair…her HAIR…and poured the perfume on them.  And of course, right on cue, Simon the Pharisee piped up and began to complain that Jesus shouldn’t be letting such a sinful woman touch him like that.

So think about this for a second.  Can you imagine the awkwardness of this moment?  There they all are lounging at the table eating dinner and suddenly this woman comes in and immediately goes into this very intimate, worshipful moment with Jesus.  I imagine for those watching it was probably quite uncomfortable to see someone so openly and humbly offering up gratitude and love like that.  So unashamed in expressing her feelings in that moment.  I’m betting in the couple of seconds it probably took Simon to gather himself enough to open his mouth, it was well…awkward.  But in the midst of the awkward moment, who was the one that started freaking out?  Well, I can tell you it wasn’t Jesus.

And when Jesus speaks, he doesn’t ask the woman to take it down a notch because she’s making everyone feel uncomfortable.  No, instead Jesus chastises the Pharisee – the guy who’s supposed to have this religion thing all figured out – because this woman in her reckless moment was doing something for Jesus that the Pharisee should have done, but didn’t.  Jesus then praises the woman for what she has done.  Oh, yeah.  Awkward again.

But why was it awkward?  Could it be that in this moment this sinful woman recognized something in Jesus that the others didn’t.  That when face to face with the Christ, she saw in Him what the others had overlooked or ignored…the love of God that brings forgiveness of sin.  She knew what she’d done, all the skeletons in her closet, and she knew what she had been set free from.  And her response to the knowledge of the grace of God was pure gratitude, humility, and surrender.  Pure worship.

Oh and please don’t miss this part.  This woman came with purpose.  She didn’t just show up and grab a perfume jar off Simon’s shelf.  She had brought one with her.  She heard that Jesus was there and she went with intentionality to express her love and gratitude to Him.  You could even say that her worship of Him even began not when she arrived in His presence, but rather the moment she grabbed her jar and set out for Simon’s house.  Everyone else is just there hanging out socializing, while unbeknowst to them, there is a woman on a mission heading their way.

So my thoughts here are two-fold.  First, I have to ask myself, when I go to church…or to worship service as we’ve come to call it…am I going with the intention of worshipping?  Is church something we do just because it’s the “right” thing?  Because, well, it’s Sunday and that’s just what we do on Sunday.  Go to church.  Check.  Go out to eat.  Check.  Take a nap.  Check.

Or do I go to church with the mindset that I am coming to gather together with the Body of Christ and offer up worship to the God of the Universe?  Do I come seeking Him, sacrifice in hand, with gratitude and love for what He has done?  When we come to church are we coming more to give or to get?

And my second train of thought here is I guess more a word of caution that anything else.  I know in my own church, we often have the order of service planning down to the minute, as I’m sure is the case in many other churches.  But in all the programming and planning that goes into a worship service, are we micromanaging every moment to the point that we give no room for the Spirit of God to move?  And would we recognize it if it did?  Does the fear of making people uncomfortable hold us back from being led by the Spirit?  Do we trust the Holy Spirit in our worship leaders enough to give them the freedom to flow with the Spirit even if it means getting a bit off on the “worship plan?”  And do we prepare for worship with a greater focus on God’s glory or on people’s preference?

Just some things to think about.

So what are your thoughts?  Is worship more for the seeker or the Sought?  Or both?  What are maybe some hindrances to a move of the Spirit in a church service?  How can we as a church and as individuals better prepare for worship?

Where do I begin?

Seriously.  Where do I begin? We got back from the Worship Conference on Wednesday night late.  It was an incredible three days at Gateway church in Texas.  So much information, so many great people, and God totally showed up…I mean big time.  I mean like…I am c-h-a-n-g-e-d.

So many revelations, big and small, and so you can understand my dilemma of not knowing where to start.  I’m flipping through my notes from the conference as I’m typing and one thing that just jumped out at me is this:

Worship is a lifestyle, not an event.

Wow.  Did you get that?  Worship is how we live our lives.  Worship means that God is a part of everything we do, everything we say, of who we are.  Worship isn’t the thing we show up and do at church once a week.  Although a part of worship is corporate, you can’t come to a building one hour a week, sing some songs, listen to a 30 minute message and then go home and ignore God all week and call that worship.  Worship is a daily thing…minute by minute even.  It’s constant.  Paul says in 1 Thessalonians 5:16-18:


Rejoice always

Pray without ceasing

In everything give thanks

For this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus


Rejoice always.  Pray without ceasing.  In everything give thanks. 

Constant God connections.

Now does he mean we should run around acting like a bunch of crazies or that we should stay on our knees all day long?  Well maybe not in the actual sense because we all have to make a living, we have a house to take care of, families and other things that require our attention in life and I don’t think God wants us to be lazy about those things or neglect them all together.  BUT, can we have an attitude of constant praise?  Of constant prayer?  Continually be thankful?


There are a gazillion opportunities throughout the day for us to recognize God’s goodness and say thanks to Him, to stop and take a minute and whisper a prayer for a friend, to utter praise to Him for the beauty of the sky.  It’s about keeping a continual flow between us and God.

And out of that continual flow between us and God…

Worship becomes a lifestyle.

And when worship becomes a lifestyle…

God is glorified


we are changed.