Here's a bit from his recent post, Whitmanesque Worship:
Back in my long-lost liturgical days, I used to say the following words to God as a part of the confession:
I have not loved You with my whole heart, and I have not loved others as myself.
They were and are among the truest words we can ever say about ourselves, even at our finest moments.
Now, on the other hand, I am often prompted by the PowerPoint slides at church to sing songs about how much, how very much, I love God. In fact, I sometimes sing that I love Him with all my heart. Imagine that. Among all the changes I have gone through in terms of my spiritual understanding, this is not one of them. This sort of lyric irks me. They are not only effusively self-regarding, they are plain lies.
Anyway, this is the kind of thing that has a tendency to eat away at our worship, turning it into a Whitmanesque celebration of self . . .
The reason I need a savior is that I have not loved God with my whole heart. If I say that now I do love him with my whole heart, I needn't any longer speak of Jesus or long for Him, because in fact I no longer need him.
Which might be a reason that, so often, Jesus seems so peripheral to our worship and preaching.