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Developing As A Spiritual Leader Through Worship
 
*INTRODUCTION LESSON*
 
Worship is a requirement of leadership.
It is essential.
If we are not worshipping, we can’t lead others in worship and practicing the presence of God.
Our focus will be especially on personal worship, although we may touch on corporate worship.
“/Then He showed me Joshua //the high priest standing before the Angel of the LORD, and Satan standing at his right hand to oppose him.
And the LORD said to Satan, "The LORD rebuke you, Satan!
The LORD who has chosen Jerusalem rebuke you!
Is this not a brand plucked from the fire?"
Now Joshua was clothed with filthy garments, and was standing be­fore the Angel.
Then He answered and spoke to those who stood before Him, saying, "Take away the filthy garments from him."
And to him He said, "See, I have removed your iniquity from you, and I will clothe you with rich robes."
And I said, "Let them put a clean turban on his head."
So they put a clean turban on his head and they put the clothes on him.
And the Angel of the LORD stood by/.” (Zech.
3:1-5)
 
*JOSHUA'S VERY BAD DAY*
 
Joshua the priest was neither a nervous individual nor an incompetent one.
But today /was the /day.
He was nervous and had scrubbed his skin until it was nearly raw.
His garments, although brand-new, had been washed repeat­edly.
Everything had been thought through, everything ordered, everything prepared.
Nonetheless tension wrinkled his nerves, an inner turmoil wrestled with his spirit.
/Today he was to lead his people /in /the worship of God!/
 
The temple was now complete.
All was prepared.
All was clean.
All /was /beautiful.
Singers and players had rehearsed.
The courses of priests had followed their regulations, practiced their rites, perfected their rituals.
When the hordes of Nebuchadnezzar's army had destroyed the temple in Jerusalem decades earlier, many survivors thought that all hope was lost, all promises dissipated, the future but a vapor.
But now there was a new temple in Jerusalem.
True, it was modest compared with the building it replaced, but it was completed and the worship of the high God of heaven could commence.
Many people would be involved on this grand day, but no one person was more significant than he.
For he, Joshua, was the high priest, and he was to lead the people in worshiping the Lord.
Long before the rays of the morning sun broke over the Mount of Olives Joshua was up and alert.
He was in prayer and also in deep thought.
He dressed with care, his attendants assuring him that all was clean, that his new clothing was spotless.
At the appointed time amid the excitement of the people and among his attendant priests, Joshua made his solemn approach to the new temple.
He mounted the stairs, passed through the gates, entered the courts, and suddenly was transformed.
*WHAT PLACE IS THIS?*
The scene had changed.
Was he asleep, or in a trance?
This was not the temple in Jerusalem.
He had moved through an earthly gate and had entered the courts of heaven's throne!
Like Isaiah more than two hun­dred years earlier, he now found himself unexpectedly facing the Lord, Yahweh of hosts, the King of heaven.
And, like Isaiah, he was nearly destroyed.
Joshua gasped, closed his eyes, felt faint.
Without even a glance to the throne he fell, face to the ground, hands over his head.
He knew where he was, but understood nothing about how it had happened.
He was in heaven's city.
He was in heaven's courts.
He was before heaven's throne­ and heaven's God.
At first all he could hear was the sound of his own heart racing in his chest, the gasping of his breath.
Then above the din of his own body's inner noises he heard the sound of an unearthly voice.
He was told to stand.
Later he tried to think how he ever managed to do that once simple act.
Stand?
In the presence of the Creator?
Somehow, in some manner, he accomplished this action, but he dared not look for­ward.
He kept his eyes closed and his head down.
But there he stood.
And as he stood, he became aware of the most awful of things.
It was a smell, the odor of human excrement!
If the glory of the throne before him could not allow him to open his eyes fully, the horror of his own odor caused him to peer briefly at his own garments.
And the sight caused him nearly to faint again.
His beau­tiful garments were spattered with waste.
And there he stood, before the throne of heaven's glory.
How could this be?
He had never worn these clothes before this mo­ment.
They had been washed repeatedly, even though they were pristine, new, never worn.
Now he could no longer help himself.
He looked at his sleeves, the skirt of his robe, his sandals.
Everywhere he looked it seemed things were worse than where he had just looked.
When he was first aware that he was standing before the throne of God, he was afraid he might die.
Now his fear was that death might not come quickly enough.
And then he began to make sense of the words of the loud, sonorous voice.
He stole a glance at the one who was speaking.
At first he saw only a dazzling, shimmering phantom being.
Then he glanced again, then again, and then he held his gaze, riveted at the strange, bizarre sight.
The sight was simply astounding.
He saw a person, a heavenly being.
For a moment the being seemed to be the most beautiful and radiant creature one could ever imagine.
But when he spoke, the face changed into features more hideous than a nightmare might allow.
The voice was like an ocean's roar.
Then the priest heard the words, and even more awful than the words, he heard the laughter.
Hateful laughter.
Hideous laughter.
Haunting laughter.
Perhaps the laughter was the worst of all.
The dazzling, hateful being was mocking him, deriding him.
Gradually Joshua was aware of something even more insidious.
The Accuser was laughing.
"You call this your priest?" he mocked.
"Look at him!
He is covered in filth."
The laughter that followed was as powerful and as evil as might be imagined if there were countless cracks of thunder accompanying a most violent storm in hell itself.
And the worst of it was that the accusations were correct.
In this case the father of lies did not have to use deception.
*ANOTHER VOICE*
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