Beloved, I write to you not with lofty words, but with a trembling heart. There is no God like our God—El Shaddai—faithful to His covenant and overflowing in mercy toward those who walk before Him with undivided hearts (2 Chronicles 6:14, AMP). And yet, I ask you: Where has the reverence gone? Where is the stillness before His Majesty? Where is the breathless adoration due His holy name?
Have we not traded the fear of the Lord for comfort? The wonder of His presence for polished performance?
The prophet Isaiah saw the Lord sitting on a throne, lofty and exalted, with the train of His robe filling the temple. “And the foundations of the thresholds trembled at the voice of him who called out, and the temple was filling with smoke. Then I said, ‘Woe is me, for I am ruined!’” (Isaiah 6:4–5, AMP). This was not a man entertaining religious routine—this was a man undone by the glory of the living God.
And yet, in our generation, we whisper His name with casual hearts. We structure our services to control the clock, not to create space for the Spirit. A.W. Tozer wrote, “The whole Christian family stands desperately in need of a restoration of penitence, humility, and tears.” I ask you: Do you feel that ache? That groaning deep within that cries out for more than a sermon and a song? Do you yearn for that breathless adoration of His presence?
Breathless adoration is the soul’s response to the unveiled glory of God. It cannot be summoned by emotion or noise. It is born in the heart that sees Him rightly—holy, exalted, unchanging. The psalmist declared, “Let all the earth fear and worship the Lord; Let all the inhabitants of the world stand in awe of Him” (Psalm 33:8, AMP). This is the posture He desires: not mere participation but reverence.
Yeshua rebuked the religious spirit that honored God with lips but withheld the heart. “But in vain do they worship Me, for they teach as doctrines the precepts of men” (Matthew 15:9, AMP). When worship is reduced to routine, it loses its power. When songs are sung without surrender, they ring hollow. We must repent of going through the motions while ignoring the One we claim to adore.
Let your heart be pierced again.
“Rend your hearts [in sorrow and contrition] and not your garments.” Return to the Lord your God, for He is gracious and compassionate, slow to anger, abounding in lovingkindness [faithful to His covenant] (Joel 2:13, AMP). This is not a harsh word—it is a merciful call. A summons to deeper waters. A whisper from the throne room saying, “Come closer with breathless adoration.”
The early Church understood this. They prayed in one accord, they waited on the Spirit, and “when they had prayed, the place where they were meeting together was shaken, and they were all filled with the Holy Spirit” (Acts 4:31, AMP). That shaking came not from chaos but from unity, hunger, and fear of the Lord.
O Church, we need that holy shaking again.
Not noise—but nearness.
Not performance—but presence.
Not religion—but fire.
The psalmist cried, “One thing I have asked of the Lord, and that I will seek: That I may dwell in the house of the Lord [in His presence] all the days of my life, To gaze upon the beauty [the delightful loveliness and majestic grandeur] of the Lord and to meditate in His temple” (Psalm 27:4, AMP). This is the language of breathless adoration. It does not ask, “What will I get?” but cries, “Let me gaze upon Him!”
Let us cast down our pride. Let us abandon the polished and return to the pure. Let the altar be rebuilt—not with perfect programs but yielded hearts. Fall to your knees. Let the Spirit strip away everything false and make room again for holy awe and breathless adoration.
The Lord still waits to be gracious to you. “Therefore the Lord waits [expectantly and longs] to be gracious to you, and therefore He waits on high to have compassion on you. For the Lord is a God of justice; blessed are all those who long for Him [since He will never fail them]” (Isaiah 30:18, AMP).
Return to breathless adoration. Return to the Presence. Return to your first love.
Prayer
Abba, we have grown too comfortable. We have sung without trembling and prayed without awe. We have mistaken activity for anointing. Forgive us. Draw us back to the place of wonder. Pierce our hearts, Lord, and awaken us to the beauty of Your holiness with breathless adoration.
Yeshua, teach us to wait again. Let every gathering, every song, the nearness of Your Spirit mark every prayer. Let holy fear return to Your Church. Let reverence rise again like incense before Your throne.
Ruach HaKodesh, breathe upon dry bones. Shake what needs to be shaken. Strip away the superficial and make us people of fire—marked by breathless adoration.
We seek Your face, not Your hand. Dwell among us again. In Yeshua’s holy name, Amen.