Reading the “Purpose of Man” by A.W. Tozer felt like somewhat of a tedious slog. I was disappointed at this, as I have read other books by him, and found them much more worthwhile. While I found many of Tozer’s conclusions to be sound, the graceless and borderline legalistic rigidity of his approach throughout was grating.
Tozer is correct, in that ultimately our entire lives, every aspect, should be oriented towards the worship of our Creator, and also correctly points out that we are unable to accomplish this without the indwelling of the Holy Spirit in our lives. The aspect that I feel he fails to make prominent, downplays, or is utterly missing, is the overarching truth that we can not, on this side of heaven, be sanctified to the extent we might perfectly worship. The majority of this book felt like he was judging almost all believers as deficient, inferior, and at times, even failing to worship to the point of sin; all the while extolling his own practices and longing for the “good old days” when he seems to think everyone got it right.
All that being said, regardless of the approach,the truths imparted in this book resonated deeply with me. My worship prior to understanding who God is was formulaic, joyless, and ceremonial - being limited to the appointed times of worship at a church. Until I came to an understanding of my Savior and what He had done for me, I could not worship. I now find myself in spontaneous worship of singing, praying, meditating, or even just bathing in the glory of God's awe inspiring creation. Feel-good praise songs that I used to enjoy now grate on me, for I desire to sing praises to my Father, of my Savior, and to their glory, not my own.
As I grow in my understanding of who God is and His holiness, as well as who I am and my utter helpless dependence upon Him, my worship grows deeper. As I have developed the discipline of deeply diving into the Word of God, and hearing His words spoken through eternity, these understandings have grown exponentially. When I reach further understanding of our God’s perfection, my fleshly response is that of Peter, “depart from me Lord! For I am a sinful man!” yet through the power of the Holy Spirit, my soul rises like a plant seeking the sun, joyful and hungry for more. My true being longs to breath it’s native air in communion with my God, and every wisp it encounters on this side of heaven is glorious. Come Lord Jesus, for I long to be able to fully worship You!