“For who in the skies above can compare with the LORD?
Who is like the LORD among the heavenly beings?”
PSALM 89:6 NIV
As Baird led worship for the DeeVee’s Wednesday night service, admiration fluttered in Prissie’s heart. His lyrics made her heart clench. His vocals soared. He was so … perfect. But the moment the thought entered her mind, his guitar twanged with an off-key note.
The song didn’t cease, but Prissie’s breath caught because Baird was looking right at her. And not in that friendly glad-you’re-here way. The Worshiper seemed to be staring straight into her soul, and with such a stern expression. Shame washed over Prissie, although she wasn’t sure why. Quickly taking a seat, she stared at the floor.
“What was that?” she whispered.
After service the red-haired worship leader made his way over. “Prissie, can we talk?”
His serious expression further flustered Prissie. She blurted, “I’m sorry!”
Baird nodded, but he also asked, “Why?”
“I’m not sure, but something’s wrong. And it’s my fault.” Prissie’s fingers knotted together. “And I don’t want you to be mad at me.”
With a soft groan, Baird said, “I’m not angry. But I do want to make sure we’re on the same page in your hymnal.”
Prissie glanced around, looking for Koji or Kester. But she doubted they’d come to her rescue. They’d be on Baird’s side, and she was already embarrassed enough.
“Don’t be afraid.” Baird offered both his hand and a smile. “Just listen for a sec.”
Slipping her hand into his, Prissie held on tight.
“Good girl.” With a friendly squeeze, he said, “I’m probably the biggest burst of heaven you’ve ever seen or heard, and while that’s great, don’t doubt for one second that I’m a teensy bit of nubbins compared to God.”
“Obviously,” she mumbled.
The redhead continued, “He’s the one with all the amazingness. My songs were never meant to snatch up all the room in your heart.”
“Is that what happened?”
“Close enough to fumble my fingers.” Baird leaned in and quietly begged, “Am I making sense? Because if I flubbed up, Kester could probably say it ten times better.”
Prissie shook her head. She didn’t need anyone else knowing how foolish she’d been. “Don’t worship the Worshiper.”
“That’s the stuff.” He spread his arms wide and said, “Who in the skies above can compare with the LORD? Who is like the LORD among the heavenly beings? He is more awesome than all who surround him” (Ps.89:6–7).
The dramatic recitation coaxed a smile back onto Prissie’s face. Confrontation and correction weren’t her favorite things. But she didn’t want to lose Baird as a friend. And he didn’t want to obscure her view of the God he’d been created to praise.
“We okay?” he checked.
She sighed her way to a smile, then asked, “Nubbins?”
Look into these things …
“Even angels long to look into these things.” –1 Peter 1:12
♦ Do you ever struggle with jealousy?
♦ According to Exodus 34:14, what is one of God’s names? Does this seem to fit?
♦ How do you react to confrontation? Do you like being corrected? When does it go oh, so wrong? What can happen when it goes right?