Praise Habit: Finding God in Sunsets and Sushi

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Praise is something we are, not something we do. Musician David Crowder redefines our perspective of God and helps us develop a habit of praising Him by reflecting on targeted psalms from The Message//REMIX.

Ideal for teens and those who love the beauty and music of the Psalms. Tyndale House Publishers

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Overview


Praise is something we are, not something we do. Musician David Crowder redefines our perspective of God and helps us develop a habit of praising Him by reflecting on targeted psalms from The Message//REMIX.

Ideal for teens and those who love the beauty and music of the Psalms. Tyndale House Publishers

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781576836705
  • Publisher: Tyndale House Publishers
  • Publication date: 1/14/2005
  • Series: TH1NK Reference Collection
  • Edition description: New Edition
  • Pages: 192
  • Sales rank: 641,366
  • Age range: 12 years
  • Product dimensions: 5.60 (w) x 8.26 (h) x 0.41 (d)

Meet the Author


David Crowder is the pastor of music and arts at University Baptist Church in Waco, Texas, where he lives with his wife, Toni. A talented musician and worship leader, he has released three CDs on the sixstepsrecords/EMICMG label. This is his first book.
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First Chapter

PRAISE HABIT

FINDING GOD IN SUNSETS AND SUSHI
By DAVID CROWDER

TH1NK Books

Copyright © 2004 David Crowder
All right reserved.

ISBN: 1-57683-670-3


Chapter One

PRAISE

Becoming Who We Are (Part 1)

Praise is the culmination of our enjoyment of anything. - C. S. Lewis

We naturally understand praise. As kids, we talk about our favorite toys; later we praise pizza and football players. Kids just know how to enjoy things. They give themselves fully to whatever has a hold on them. Remember as children how we would fearlessly hold up our favorite toy and petition anyone who was in close proximity to behold it?

"Look, Mom, look!"

We instinctively knew what it was to praise something. It's always been in us. We were created for it. It's a part of who we are. As kids, we were fabulous at it. But as adults we become self-conscious and awkward. Something gets lost. I think we do it to each other. At some point, I hold the toy up exultantly and you comment that it looks ridiculous to hold the toy up in such a way. It's not a cool toy like I believed it to be. It is worn and tired, you point out. And we slowly chip away at each other's protective coatings of innocence until one day we wake up and notice we are naked and people are pointing.

Occasionally, I'm watching a movie or reading words in a book or I'm walking down a street in California and the breeze on my skin feels full of water, like my arms are floating in a pool, and I'm inspired to live anew in an innocent rediscovering way I haven't thought of in a long time. Then just as I lean in to take a bite, to suck with all my might at the marrow, to breathe in with as much ferocity as I can muster, I see your eyes and hear your whispers.

"That's not polite. Use your silverware. If you don't have any we'll get you some. Please, we beg you. It is barbaric and difficult to watch. We have moved beyond this. Come with us. Please. We are becoming uncomfortable."

The moment I see a hill painted in greenest of grass, with long infinite blades waltzing in the wind, and make up my mind to sprint to the top, to give myself to gravity and let it roll me down, I hear "Dork!" shouted from behind me somewhere and I stop.

"What would they think? This is the thing of children. This is not civilized. Act your age."

This is what we have done to one another.

When was the last time you played with your food? I used to blow bubbles in my chocolate milk and nibble my Kraft American cheese singles into the shape of Texas.

I don't anymore.

LOOK ME IN THE EYE

I helped start a church in 1995 and I am still on staff there. My official title is Pastor of Music and Arts, which is meant to sound impressive and demanding of attention. You might think me above the effects of this "chipping at innocence" nonsense, untouched and unmarred, high in my ministerial spire. And you'd especially think me less conscious of self than most, with this appearance of bravery putting ink to paper for public consumption in book form. But it is untrue. The fact is I'm writing this while sitting safely at a table not looking at you. Our eyes have no chance of meeting for me to see your disapproval. I tend to have a difficult time with the whole eye-contact thing. I close my eyes when I sing. Not because I feel it, like the really good singers do, but because I can't bear your censorious stare.

I refer you again to the author photo. In typical picture-taking style, the photographer said, "One, two, three ...," then pushed the button, but two whole numbers is entirely too long to think about all the unfortunate people I would be making eye contact with, and I found that very disturbing, supposing it might be folks like yourself. Confident. Direct. People with social skills far exceeding mine. What choice did I have but to look away? I am sorry but I saw no other options. The photographer was quite impatient with me and showed frustration when my eyes drifted. He said things like,

"What is wrong with you?"

... and ...

"Just keep looking at the camera please, until I say otherwise."

... mixed with seemly rhetorical questions like ...

"Can you do that? Huh?"

Then I cracked and in blistering metaphor retorted:

"Thanks. Now I can't even find the courage to look at anything but the ground. It will be weeks before I'll again see the sky, and the sky has been so beautiful. Would you rob me of this? You people never think of the damage you inflict. Well, it's as devastating as a superimposed Godzilla. Am I to be your Tokyo? What harm have I brought to you? I didn't even look your direction and here you are stomping and blowing your fire about. There was supposed to be distance. Unspoken rules that prevented such things, and you deny them. Are you the only one or will there be more who lumber into my hidden passageways hoping to set me straight, only to leave me in ruin because they don't know the weight of their breath? There is fire in their belly and I am fragile, and to breathe in this direction ..."

Okay, I didn't say any of that but I thought it. Later. My point is we are all fragile. Somewhere along the way we abandoned abandon. Or perhaps we gained things that need to be discarded. We have covered ourselves. Someone pointed out that we were naked, and the clothing we have woven is bulky and pretentious. It hinders our freedom of movement. Expression with childlike spontaneity has become difficult. It bares too much of us.

Think back. Try hard to recall what praise in its undiluted purity felt like. When you would dance with your arms fully extended rather than elbows bent, folded closely to your person in such a guarded fashion. Remember how effortlessly we sang the praises of things we enjoyed? It was so easy and fluid and natural. What if this kind of praise freely leaked from us in delightful response to God? What if life were like that all the time? What if we were so moved by who God is, what He's done, what He will do, that praise, adoration, worship, whatever, continuously careened in our heads and pounded in our souls? What if praise were on the tip of our tongues like we were a loaded weapon in the hands of a trigger-happy meth addict and every moment might just set us off? This is what we will do for eternity. What makes us think our time on earth should be any different? What keeps it from being so?

(Continues...)



Excerpted from PRAISE HABIT by DAVID CROWDER Copyright © 2004 by David Crowder. Excerpted by permission.
All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 30, 2010

    It's amazing!!

    David Crowder shows you so many simple truths in this book that we miss so very often. He sheds new light on concepts that we take for granet. This book truly challenged and improved my walk with God! It is also really hilarious!! Read it...you won't regret it!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 4, 2008

    One View-Altering Book

    If you don't know anything about David Crowder, let me begin by saying that he is an amazing man. Other than writing this beloved book, he is a well-known musician with somewhere between five and ten CDs out there, all of which I can't recommend more highly. I'd heard his music before reading his work and thought he was brilliant'semicolon' little did I know that I was only vaguely aware of how true this really was. Once I began Praise Habit, I couldn't put it down--seriously. David's intelligence, wit, and humor radiate throughout the entire book while still bowing to the might that is GOD. Praise Habit shows parallels between daily life 'parentheses'and random objects'parentheses' and GOD. Prepare to have the way you see GOD quite altered.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 1, 2006

    AWESOME.

    this book was hilarious! i've seldom come across books that make me actually laugh out loud, but this one did it. meanwhile, it delivers reflections on the psalms and life in general in a new and wonderful way. i'd heard david crowder's music and loved the quirky sense of humor displayed in songs like 'foreverandever etc' and 'the lark rising, or perhaps more accurately, i'm trying to make you sing' and loved it in this book as well. there are moments of solemnity and hilarity and they mix well. i don't know anybody who's read this book who hasn't loved it. i've read certain parts--'i hate public restrooms,' anyone?--out loud and have sobbed with laughter. and along the way, i learned some good lessons. i recommend it completely.

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  • Posted January 30, 2012

    Fun and engaging

    "Praise Habit" is a hilarious devotional book. Crowder writes with charm and wit to present the Psalms to the reader in a way that is personal.

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