For some reason I hate Saturdays.  It was not always so.  Saturday was the great free day; you could do whatever you wanted on that day.  It was a day to hang out with friends, explore a new mall, go see a movie, pretty much anything your heart desired.  Then I became a pastor, and while Saturday didn't stop being a day to try to do the things listed above, there is now one huge difference: I have to preach the next morning. What this means for our family is that all the fun stuff has to come to a crashing halt at about 8:00 PM so that my wife can plan her Sunday School lesson (she teaches the young children) and iron the family's clothes and so that I can attempt to get "re-attuned" to God after a day of pursuing other things and then go over my sermon for the next morning.

When I say that I have to "re-attune" myself to God, what I mean is spending a significant amount of time in prayer seeking God's face, reading a good portion of His Word in order to hear His voice, and then trying to relive all that I have studied throughout the week so that I can get to where I need to be spiritually in order to proclaim His Word the following morning.  In biblical terminology it would be called "consecrating yourself for worship" (Exodus 19:10, Joshua 3:5).  In the Old Testament, this action of consecration was seen as a necessary condition in order to see and experience the wonders of God's presence.

Now if that is the case, I want you to think for a second about what the Enemy has done in America by working it so that there are two days off on the weekends for most people.  Those who hate God use Sunday as their day to play the hardest, tempting those who would otherwise like to be a part of worship in a church somewhere to join them.  But even apart from this temptation, and much more sinisterly subtle, by having another day off right before the day of worship, Christians are encouraged to do everything but consecrate themselves for worship the following day.  In fact, we usually desecrate ourselves with an overabundance of worldliness on Saturday that it is impossible for us to indulge in on any other day because of our work schedules.

Now, as I said earlier, I never had the opportunity to even notice this before I became the pastor of a church.  I always played right up until I went to bed on Saturday night, not really ever thinking about the need to consecrate myself for worship.  And I know that I am not alone.

How much more of God might we experience in our worship services on Sunday mornings if the majority of our people actually made their hearts ready for worship on the day before?  How much more of God's glory might be evident in my sermons if I spent the entire day on Saturday consecrating myself for worship rather than just the last three hours of the evening?  What we all seem to be doing is wrapping the weeds of the world (Matthew 13:22) tightly about us on the very day that we ought to be digging them up.  And then we wonder why the church in America is so fruitless these days.