The ladies were giggling hard. Their hearts were racing so quickly trying to keep up with the rhythm of the drums and swinging hips of the dancers. Suddenly, the music stopped. They held their hands tightly in an attempt to stop themselves from screaming as they heard the praise singer eulogize the king. Though Shola and Buki were born and bred in the western part of Nigeria, they had never seen a traditional king in his full regalia.
They gasped as the king stepped out of the inner chamber. He looked so royal especially with the beaded crown on his head and the fly whisk in his hand.
“All hail the king!” Someone called out.
As if on cue, everyone was down on the floor. The women on their knees and the men prostrate on the floor. Every head was bowed. Slowly, the king ascended his throne, waved his fly whisk over the people and blessed them.
“You may rise.” His voice boomed.
Once again, they were on their feet dancing away.
Later that evening, the ladies settled into bed to get some much needed sleep.
“You know, Buki, I was thinking about the day’s events when something occurred to me.”
“Oh, no. Not one of her pillow talks again.” Shola thought wearily. She was tired and just wanted to get some sleep. She made a bad attempt of feigning some interest.
Buki sat up on the bed. She seemed not to notice Shola’s lack of enthusiasm. Her breathing was quickening and pupils were so dilated, it seemed her eyes would pop out of their sockets.
“Did you notice how we all bowed to the king when someone made the call?” Buki asked.
Shola nodded. “Please make your point”. She felt like screaming.
“If we pay homage to an earthly king who is as human as we are the way we did today,” Buki continued, “how much more should we worship the King, who created the universe?”
There was a deafening silence. If a pin had dropped at that moment, it would have made the loudest bang ever.
“Did you notice too that we didn’t rise until the king granted us permission to do so?” Shola asked slowly. Now, she was fully awake.
Buki nodded. Her eyes were glistering as the tears threatened to flow down her cheeks.
“We’ve got worship all twisted. We’ve made it about the music, the lifting up of our hands and all that.” Shola continued, sitting up straight.
“You know, even when the music stops, it does not mean our worship of the King is over because He has not given us the permission to rise.”
“Worship goes beyond those few minutes of beautiful music. It's the entirety of our lives, what we live for and what we were created to do. Our posture everyday and every time should be flat on the ground, down at His feet in reverence and in awe of His greatness as we proclaim ‘All hail King Jesus!’ In Him we live, we move and have our being."
As the tears flowed freely down their cheeks, they just knew that their lives would not be the same again.
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