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GOD-CENTERED WORSHIP

     There was a great deal of talk over the past 30+ years about churches becoming more “seeker-sensitive”.  That meant we needed to remove impediments to worship that were keeping non-Christians (or “seekers”) away. It often involved removing things off-putting to seekers from worship that were deemed nonessentials. So churches removed offering plates and used offering boxes in the lobby that were easier for seekers to walk past without guilt. Suits were traded in by pastors for more casual attire. Organs were dumped for guitars and drums.

     Though some of these were met with great consternation, none of these changes constituted unfaithfulness to the Biblical concept of worship. Some may have even helped more authentic worship happen in certain environments. However, while everyone was asking “what do seekers want” or “what do church members want”, there was one question people often forgot to ask:

“What does GOD want from our worship services?”

     While I can agree we need to remove any man-made stumbling block to people coming to Christ, worship must first be sensitive to what God wants. That’s because worship is by definition about God…to God… for God! If He is not pleased, has worship even really happened?

     Much like the tree falling unheard in a forest, if we sing songs but God refuses to listen, have we really worshipped? 

    There is nothing more important in the life of a Christian than worship.  While prayer, Bible study, and witnessing are important disciplines of the mature Christian life, they can become hollow, legalistic exercises without the oil of worship.  However, for most Christians worship is approached rather casually, as if it’s just something we do because there’s nothing good on Sunday morning TV. And because many are neglecting God’s desires in worship, too many churches are now suffering and dying.  

     The remedy to the sickness in our churches is to practice God-Centered worship. Worship God accepts will revive and resurrect many of our churches, and from the number of church closures we currently face, it couldn’t happen any faster. We need to ask ourselves what God wants from our worship before our churches become spiritual deserts and historical relics.

“Man-Centered” Vs. “God-Centered” Worship

     You get something totally different in worship when you realize God is supposed to be the audience and not people. 

WHEN WORSHIP IS MAN-CENTERED…

– We are in charge, not God

– What we can achieve is only the sum of our own efforts

– Even when we succeed, real joy is not present

– Our goal is for our talents to receive glory

– But those talents ultimately fall short of their full potential

–  Our desire to succeed is fueled by fear of man’s rejection

    But when pleasing God is the focus, the difference in fruit is striking.

WHEN WORSHIP IS GOD-CENTERED…

–     We are unconcerned with how well we have performed

  • Our Goals become less self-serving and more God focused
  • God moves despite our level of ability
  • Fear of failure is absent as desire to please God becomes primary
  • Getting the credit is not only unimportant, but discouraged

     –    The end result goes far beyond the abilities of the individual

IN GOD-CENTERED WORSHIP, I MUST PARTICIPATE

     I’ve known people who say, “Although I just stand quietly during the worship services, I still worship in my own way.”  But most every reference in the Bible to Worship and Praise involves the worshipper doing something.  In the Bible, they sang, or clapped, or shouted.  They lifted hands, knelt, or occasionally fell prostrate.  Meditation and silent prayer was also a part of worship, but was done in expectation of God speaking and never in lieu of active participation. 

     Biblical worship was, by nature, overt, demonstrative, and proactive. Never does the Bible say, “Give glory to God with your passive resignation”.

     Worship was never meant to be a “spectator sport”, where the congregation just looks on.  Our Father not only desires the worship of those on the platform who sing or play, He also wants unashamed worship from each of His children in the congregation. Each person’s worship is precious to Him, with each one giving praise with their own unique way.

     But you may say, “Aren’t you judging others who may not be as animated as you?  How can you know their hearts?”

     Well, I can’t.  The Bible says I don’t even know my own heart, much less anyone else’s.  I do know people are “wired” quite differently when it comes to expressing emotions.  My wife Dawn is what most people would call “even-tempered”.  Her highs are not too high, and her lows are mostly undetectable.  I envy her “smooth sailing” nature, and often wish I could trade with her. I am the emotional one in our family. So while Dawn will hear a certain song and respond with a pleasant smile, you can look over and see me blubbering as if I’m sitting on Oprah’s couch!  

     Does my emotion mean I love Jesus more than Dawn does?  Of course not.  People respond to God differently.  We express the very same love and passion for God in our own unique ways.  But individuality can never be an excuse for not participating in worship.  God wants praise from each of us, and it’s our individuality that makes it special, no matter how elaborate or subdued.

IN “GOD-CENTERED” WORSHIP, THERE IS FREEDOM

     There are as many different ways to worship as there are worshippers.  Each one of us is different, and each believer expresses his or her love for the Lord somewhat differently.  But the one ingredient that must be in every worship service of every church is freedom.  Each one of us must be free to worship in the way God is leading us, within the specific boundaries dictated by Scripture.

      We must allow God to create an environment in worship where each believer feels the freedom to express what is in his or her heart to God.  But I have found that this level of freedom is especially hard for most men.  Some may tell you worship is just not a “guy thing”, but some men simply do not feel free to express their love for God with any emotion.  

     In fact, men are actually pretty emotional, in certain settings. You’ve seen them on the tee ball field with a bunch of 6 year olds playing a game, not even keeping score.  Still, some dad will be screaming his head off at the ref who called his kid “out”. I’ve seen tears, screams, and jumping in the air from men. Someone simply gave them permission to do those things in sports.

     My friend, tell me how God deserves any less passion from you than you would give a football team?  Real worship encompasses the whole person, including the full range of their human emotions. For years we’ve assumed showing a full range of emotions in church is inappropriate, but that is not what the Bible says.  

     If you ever want to take an emotional roller coaster ride, just read what a great warrior like David wrote in the Psalms. David poured out his whole heart upon the Lord in worship, and God deserves nothing less from each of us.  Yet the same man who acts like a lunatic when his college team wins on Saturday will sit comatose during worship on Sunday!  We are afraid: afraid of what other’s will think, afraid of what we will do that will be misinterpreted. And that fear keeps us from worshipping the way we truly desire. This grieves the heart of God, because He desires us to worship that way too. 

     Some hide behind denominational monikers so we can have a “pass” from freedom in worship. It’s just not part of our religious tradition to be expressive. But no matter what church you’re in, God expects your congregation to allow and encourage Biblical expressions of praise within your worship services. If what the Bible says is good is against your church’s rules, then your church needs to change! A church that limits that expression to singing only is a church that is limiting how its people can bless God…and how God will bless them in return.

     For years, I stiff-armed God with my involvement in praise because I didn’t want people to think I was a “holy roller”.  I remain a happy Southern Baptist, but I have to admit we have let the excesses of a few keep many of us frozen like dead men in our pews. Our fear of excess has allowed the pendulum to swing to the extreme of dry and barren formality. We have made “dignity” and “appropriateness” the hills our churches will die on. And believe me, they’re dying fast.  

     What many of us call dignity in worship is really just spiritual rigor mortise setting in. We need to die to our dignity and worship the Lord with the humility of little children again.

IN “GOD-CENTERED” WORSHIP, WE ARE MINISTERING TO GOD

     The most amazing fallacy about worship today is that we believers think it must be done to our liking.  How funny that we could make worship about us, when it is all about us ministering to God.  How strange to take the one truly special thing that we can do to bless God, and do it specifically so it will bless us.

     I learned so much about God’s desire for our worship when I became a father.  The most wonderful experience I have with my children is when they say, “Daddy, I love you”, and they cuddle up in my lap.  God encouraged us to address Him as “Abba Father”, which would be the equivalent of saying “Daddy” in our culture.  God is saying that He desires the same intimacy and tenderness with us that a father desires from His children.  

     Your individual worship, embodying all the nuance and uniqueness of who you are, is your best gift to God as His child.  You may do other acts of service, such as giving to the poor, teaching a Bible class, or visiting the sick, but those things will never replace the gift of your voice lifted in song, your hands raised in praise.  But some Christians seem to be saying, “I’ll give you my life and my service.  But please keep your distance, God.  I’m not willing to risk showing you how I feel about you in front of everybody else.” 

     Of all the things we can do in the name of Jesus, the one thing that ministers solely to God is worship. Feeding the poor or teaching a class is part of our spiritual worship, sure. But when we do those things, we are mainly blessing the church. When we worship, our focus is on blessing only the Lord. Worship is the one gift we can give to God and God alone!

“GOD-CENTERED” WORSHIP IS THE BELIEVER’S PRIORITY

     I was listening to Dr David Jeremiah preach recently, and I will never forget his response to a couple of his church members.  In complimenting him on how great his preaching was, they told him, “We love your preaching so much, we don’t even come for the music part of the service.  All we show up for is the sermon!”  The pastor looked sadly at the couple and said, “If you are skipping everything in the service except for my sermon, then my preaching hasn’t done you much good!”  In spite of their attempt to stroke his ego, Dr Jeremiah really understood the importance of worship in the believer’s life as well as in the Bible.

     I don’t thing it’s a coincidence that out of Ten Commandments, the first, second, and fourth deal with areas of worship. God wanted us to see that worshipping Him is to be our first priority. God took seven chapters in Leviticus just to tell how to organize the logistics of the worship area.  Also, the Tabernacle of worship was placed in the center of encampment of God’s people specifically to show that all of life should revolve around worship. Worship is the one thing we are doing now that will continue on throughout eternity. Since it will be God’s priority for how we spend our days then, we ought to make it our priority now!

    I had always thought that the first priority of the church was to win the lost.  While this is certainly high on the list, God demands that we worship Him first of all.  The Christian life is designed so that all our good works – witnessing, tithing, service – are meant to be an overflow from our worship life.  Otherwise, even these necessary things become just dead works.  True obedience to God begins by bowing the whole person before God’s throne as a living sacrifice.  This is why Isaiah, after experiencing what was probably the ultimate in face-to-face worship with an awesome God, responded by saying “Here am I!  Send me” (Isaiah 6).  When we put worship in the right place, evangelism is a natural result of being in God’s presence.

     In Luke 10, we can all remember the story of Mary, who just wanted to be at Jesus feet adoring Him, and Martha, who insisted on being church hostess for the day.  When faced with Martha’s rebuke for Mary’s lack of assistance, Jesus said, “…only one thing is needed, and Mary has chosen the better.”  To put it more bluntly:  God doesn’t want your service most of all, God wants you!  I believe He would be saying to many of us “thanks so much for teaching that Sunday School class, singing in the choir, and the offering was nice, but … could we just spend a little time together first?”  Jesus is letting us know that His preference is for us to know Him intimately over just being busy about His business.

“GOD-CENTERED” WORSHIP BRINGS HEALING

      God’s Word tells us to put on the “garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness.”  I believe much of the depression we see in fellow Christians is due to a lack of worship. If you ever stood on the platform at church and looked out, you’d be stunned at the large numbers of unhappy, unfulfilled, and just plain miserable people you’d see. And while some of them may have sins from which they have not repented, many of them are suffering because they do not know the healing power of worship in their lives.  

     One Sunday at the church I served in Tennessee, I did something that I had never done before in a worship service. As we were experiencing a time of intimate and passionate worship, I stopped the music and asked if there was anyone in the congregation who had a need only God could meet. Several hands went up around the auditorium. I then felt led to ask those people to come forward and kneel at the altar to pray. As I heard the words come out of my mouth, a rush of fear went through me as I wondered if anyone would respond.

     We were not used to looking spiritually “needy” in our church. Spiritual “transparency” was not the norm, and I had no idea what would happen next.  But to my amazement, first one…then another…then tens of people started streaming down the aisles to the altar.  They were kneeling, some weeping openly, some by themselves and some in couples.

     I then asked if our people would come and “lay hands” on the people at the altar!  Laying on of hands was something that only happened during Deacon Ordination, when the older deacons would try to mess up the hair of the new rookies as much as possible. But I found out that night that it deeply ministers to people in a time of need.       

     This became something that the congregation urged me to continue in future service, and praying together over people in need at the altar became a regular part of our worship.  Many times during these moments of altar ministry, I would feel a dear brother’s hand on my shoulder and hear him speak my name to the Father.  Even though by nature I am a loner and have been hurt in the past by people who abused my friendship, God made it clear to me in these worship times just how much I needed other people. 

“GOD-CENTERED” WORSHIP DRAWS PEOPLE TO GOD

     In addition to ministering to the Lord, your worship has a residual effect on those around you, and especially upon the lost. While the worship service is meant for the Body of Christ to give pleasure to the Father, it also has the ability to show the world the life-changing power and joy that is found in the presence of the Lord. In passionate, God-sensitive worship, they will see that we really mean what we are saying about God. But emotionless, sterile worship will in turn inoculate them from catching what we have!

     Worship takes our attention away from the problems that seem to be so insurmountable and focuses us on God – the ultimate solution to every problem. When we see Him in all of His power, we see how truly small our problems are in comparison. Worship is the great perspective-giver.  We see the world, and our problems, from a “God’s-eye view”. And when God is put in His proper place, nothing else is really that important.  When we stop focusing inward with self-pity and focus upward with worship, we see that nothing besides our relationship with God matters.

     When we, as a congregation, decide to make worship a time of ministering to God instead of living up to the expectations of those around us, we will see His love poured out on us and our church in a way we never imagined. That’s what happens every time when you put God at the center of your worship.

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Our dream house was a 120-year old 3-story Victorian home. It was just a few blocks away from one of the loveliest parks in the city and the same distance from the church I pastored. I could literally walk to work, and did so on many mornings. How convenient!

Unlike the other brick houses that lined the streets nearby, this one was painted light yellow and stood apart from the rest. Plaster reliefs of baby angels wrapped around the base of the house. They represented the children of the original owners, making the structure even more unique. It also had a three-car garage at the back of it. Few houses in this older section of town had one as large, and many people resorted to parking on the street. But not us! On just an average salary, we had bought one of the nicest places to live in the area. 

I had always dreamed of owning a Victorian home. I had performed the role of Prof. Henry Higgins from the musical My Fair Lady right before we moved to our new city. So I was primed to live the life of the English gentleman, sipping tea in my beautiful old house. I loved the old wood, the stained glass windows, and our “penthouse suite” for my wife and me on the top floor. We’d be sequestered away from the noise of our little girls playing below us. It all seemed so ideal.

But it turned out to be anything but ideal. Our “Golden House”, as our little girls came to call it, was not so golden. In fact, our dream house almost killed us, quite literally. 

One afternoon I got a call at the church. It was Dawn, my wife, and she was sobbing hysterically. Finally I was able to make out enough of her words to understand what was happening.

“I fell…come home!”

Almost 20 years ago, my wife had been in a bad car accident that crushed her right leg. That ankle couldn’t turn at all. So as I ran the 5 blocks to my home, I knew what had happened.

When I got to the house, I found Dawn in the basement. She was headed to the washer and drier there, and had misjudged a step going down. She hit the concrete floor hard.

After getting her to the hospital, thankfully we learned nothing had been broken. However, that would be just the first of several falls for Dawn down those steps. We eventually moved the washer and drier up to the second floor, which helped a little. But the bottom line was a three-story house with narrow stairways were not meant for a woman who had challenges with mobility.

I also learned having your bedroom on the third-floor is not a good idea for a chubby guy in his mid-50s. There were a few days I wondered if I’d still be alive by the time I reached the top floor. Though I began on the stairway to the bedroom, I might end up on the stairway to heaven…

Then there was the city. Dawn and I always loved culture, restaurants, theater and all the things a great city has to offer. So living there, we felt like kids in a candy store. There was always some new restaurant to explore, always a show playing somewhere, and interesting people living all around us. It seemed ideal.

Except for crime. And taxes. Many cities are big on those, and ours was no exception. We had both in abundance.

One of our regular nightly diversions was watching the notifications on our community’s “Next Door App” alert us to all the recent shootings and hold-ups around us. One of us would hear gunshots, and I’d watch for the posts to pop up. I’d then calculate how close it was to our home. Many were within just a few blocks, some just down the street. 

We would occasionally get notices of some tax we hadn’t paid. Usually, we neglected to pay because the city had neglected to ever send a bill. Then one day, you get a notice you’re being sent to a collections agency, even though you still hadn’t received a bill yourself. 

Once we got a bill for trash pick-up. We were confused because we paid a refuse bill on time every month. But a lady on the phone informed us what we had paid was in fact only the garbage bill. There was completely different bill that was a tax for just having trash pick up available to us in the city. This bill was paying for the “possibility” our trash might be picked up. No kidding.

I’m sure they’re still probably working on a way to collect a tax on our taxes. 

All of this added together was a painful lesson on the difference between perception and reality. After we first moved to that city and were still living in an apartment, I walked down those very streets and fantasized about how wonderful living there would be. When we found the Golden House, we rejoiced and basically cried out, “Here, take our money” to the realtor. 

But the view from the outside of a situation is always much different from the inside. Nothing is ever quite what you expect…with houses, or with life.

The problem with so many of the things we want is it’s too often based on an illusion. We think a thing, a person, or a situation will bring happiness. But happiness is never found in those things outside of us.

Real happiness only happens from the inside out.

There’s an old fashioned Bible word for this foolishness: covetousness. The prohibition against coveting is actually the 10th and final commandment. It’s easily skimmed over in favor of the more R-rated commandments against murder or adultery. Simply wanting your neighbors stuff as opposed to stealing it or killing for it seems like no big deal in comparison.

But coveting is like a powerful drug. The addict never gets enough. Once he gets that one thing he’s obsessed over, he’s disappointed to realize it doesn’t fulfill his needs and he moves on to something more. The new car he’d wanted all his life now sits in the garage most days. She can’t even remember why she bought that purse now. That’s how coveting works: whatever you get, it’s never enough. You’re always left wanting something else, and even more addicted to your desires.

Whatever my eyes desired I did not keep from them. I did not withhold my heart from any pleasure, for my heart rejoiced in all my labor; And this was my reward from all my labor. Then I looked on all the works that my hands had done and on the labor in which I had toiled; And indeed all was vanity and grasping for the wind. There was no profit under the sun. - Ecclesiastes 2:10-11

Take care, and be on your guard against all covetousness, for one's life does not consist in the abundance of his possessions. - Luke 12:15

There was nothing wrong with us wanting a house. But it was very wrong of me to think that it would bring us so much happiness on its own. The ideal life and fulfillment I was expecting from a house was unreasonable. 

That kind of happiness only comes from God’s address, not mine.

Inevitably, we become like kids on the day after Christmas. We’ve opened every package, played with every toy, and we’re already bored with them. The newness wore off in a day, all because we were expecting too much from them to begin with.

Most homes stop being dream houses the minute we walk into them. Reality inevitably sets in, and the “house porn” on the realtor’s website is now just a bunch of plaster and dry wall. 

We finally made it out of our dream house before it killed us. No, we didn't run screaming from it in the middle of the night like in the Shining or the Amityville Horror. When we left, it did take quite a bite out of our finances, and we had to sell for quite a bit less than we'd paid. But the wound was worth it for the lesson we learned.

We’re in a new place now, in a much smaller city. We’re renting a little one-story house we’re hoping to buy soon. We're in a little neighborhood where we hardly ever lock our front door. It's pretty boring compared to city life, but that’s just fine with me.

I’ve discovered what really makes a “dream house”. The dream is not the house, it’s the people you put in it. Regardless of the size or location, those people are what makes life worthwhile. 

Everything else is just a dream. And all that glitters is not a golden house.

Our dream house was a 120-year old 3-story Victorian home. It was just a few blocks away from one of the loveliest parks in the city and the same distance from the church I pastored. I could literally walk to work, and did so on many mornings. How convenient!

Unlike the other brick houses that lined the streets nearby, this one was painted light yellow and stood apart from the rest. Plaster reliefs of baby angels wrapped around the base of the house. They represented the children of the original owners, making the structure even more unique. It also had a three-car garage at the back of it. Few houses in this older section of town had one as large, and many people resorted to parking on the street. But not us! On just an average salary, we had bought one of the nicest places to live in the area. 

I had always dreamed of owning a Victorian home. I had performed the role of Prof. Henry Higgins from the musical My Fair Lady right before we moved to our new city. So I was primed to live the life of the English gentleman, sipping tea in my beautiful old house. I loved the old wood, the stained glass windows, and our “penthouse suite” for my wife and me on the top floor. We’d be sequestered away from the noise of our little girls playing below us. It all seemed so ideal.

But it turned out to be anything but ideal. Our “Golden House”, as our little girls came to call it, was not so golden. In fact, our dream house almost killed us, quite literally. 

One afternoon I got a call at the church. It was Dawn, my wife, and she was sobbing hysterically. Finally I was able to make out enough of her words to understand what was happening.

“I fell…come home!”

Almost 20 years ago, my wife had been in a bad car accident that crushed her right leg. That ankle couldn’t turn at all. So as I ran the 5 blocks to my home, I knew what had happened.

When I got to the house, I found Dawn in the basement. She was headed to the washer and drier there, and had misjudged a step going down. She hit the concrete floor hard.

After getting her to the hospital, thankfully we learned nothing had been broken. However, that would be just the first of several falls for Dawn down those steps. We eventually moved the washer and drier up to the second floor, which helped a little. But the bottom line was a three-story house with narrow stairways were not meant for a woman who had challenges with mobility.

I also learned having your bedroom on the third-floor is not a good idea for a chubby guy in his mid-50s. There were a few days I wondered if I’d still be alive by the time I reached the top floor. Though I began on the stairway to the bedroom, I might end up on the stairway to heaven…

Then there was the city. Dawn and I always loved culture, restaurants, theater and all the things a great city has to offer. So living there, we felt like kids in a candy store. There was always some new restaurant to explore, always a show playing somewhere, and interesting people living all around us. It seemed ideal.

Except for crime. And taxes. Many cities are big on those, and ours was no exception. We had both in abundance.

One of our regular nightly diversions was watching the notifications on our community’s “Next Door App” alert us to all the recent shootings and hold-ups around us. One of us would hear gunshots, and I’d watch for the posts to pop up. I’d then calculate how close it was to our home. Many were within just a few blocks, some just down the street. 

We would occasionally get notices of some tax we hadn’t paid. Usually, we neglected to pay because the city had neglected to ever send a bill. Then one day, you get a notice you’re being sent to a collections agency, even though you still hadn’t received a bill yourself. 

Once we got a bill for trash pick-up. We were confused because we paid a refuse bill on time every month. But a lady on the phone informed us what we had paid was in fact only the garbage bill. There was completely different bill that was a tax for just having trash pick up available to us in the city. This bill was paying for the “possibility” our trash might be picked up. No kidding.

I’m sure they’re still probably working on a way to collect a tax on our taxes. 

All of this added together was a painful lesson on the difference between perception and reality. After we first moved to that city and were still living in an apartment, I walked down those very streets and fantasized about how wonderful living there would be. When we found the Golden House, we rejoiced and basically cried out, “Here, take our money” to the realtor. 

But the view from the outside of a situation is always much different from the inside. Nothing is ever quite what you expect…with houses, or with life.

The problem with so many of the things we want is it’s too often based on an illusion. We think a thing, a person, or a situation will bring happiness. But happiness is never found in those things outside of us.

Real happiness only happens from the inside out.

There’s an old fashioned Bible word for this foolishness: covetousness. The prohibition against coveting is actually the 10th and final commandment. It’s easily skimmed over in favor of the more R-rated commandments against murder or adultery. Simply wanting your neighbors stuff as opposed to stealing it or killing for it seems like no big deal in comparison.

But coveting is like a powerful drug. The addict never gets enough. Once he gets that one thing he’s obsessed over, he’s disappointed to realize it doesn’t fulfill his needs and he moves on to something more. The new car he’d wanted all his life now sits in the garage most days. She can’t even remember why she bought that purse now. That’s how coveting works: whatever you get, it’s never enough. You’re always left wanting something else, and even more addicted to your desires.

Whatever my eyes desired I did not keep from them. I did not withhold my heart from any pleasure, for my heart rejoiced in all my labor; And this was my reward from all my labor. Then I looked on all the works that my hands had done and on the labor in which I had toiled; And indeed all was vanity and grasping for the wind. There was no profit under the sun. - Ecclesiastes 2:10-11

Take care, and be on your guard against all covetousness, for one's life does not consist in the abundance of his possessions. - Luke 12:15

There was nothing wrong with us wanting a house. But it was very wrong of me to think that it would bring us so much happiness on its own. The ideal life and fulfillment I was expecting from a house was unreasonable. 

That kind of happiness only comes from God’s address, not mine.

Inevitably, we become like kids on the day after Christmas. We’ve opened every package, played with every toy, and we’re already bored with them. The newness wore off in a day, all because we were expecting too much from them to begin with.

Most homes stop being dream houses the minute we walk into them. Reality inevitably sets in, and the “house porn” on the realtor’s website is now just a bunch of plaster and dry wall. 

We finally made it out of our dream house before it killed us. No, we didn't run screaming from it in the middle of the night like in the Shining or the Amityville Horror. When we left, it did take quite a bite out of our finances, and we had to sell for quite a bit less than we'd paid. But the wound was worth it for the lesson we learned.

We’re in a new place now, in a much smaller city. We’re renting a little one-story house we’re hoping to buy soon. We're in a little neighborhood where we hardly ever lock our front door. It's pretty boring compared to city life, but that’s just fine with me.

I’ve discovered what really makes a “dream house”. The dream is not the house, it’s the people you put in it. Regardless of the size or location, those people are what makes life worthwhile. 

Everything else is just a dream. And all that glitters is not a golden house.