I figured something out about worship. Since it is a rarity to catch a glimpse of how the mystery of worship really works, I hope I can put it into words.
Often on Sunday mornings, after we check our kids in at the rolling computer and they are signed in to their respective rooms, we head to the sanctuary for the worship music. Often I am trying to leave the frazzled and extremely recent morning events behind as well as trying to get musical technicalities out of the forefront of my mind (whether I’m playing or not) in order to mean the words I am singing. “Worship…. worship!” Trying to ignore these distractions can be like saying… “Don’t think about purple giraffes!” Now you can’t help but imagine a purple giraffe. The sequence of events on most people’s Sunday mornings don’t lead to a heart that is prepared for worship, no matter how hard we try in a specific moment.
Twice lately we’ve had the opportunity to worship with a body of believers who dismiss the kids after worship. I absolutely love it. With my daughter singing at the top of her lungs, and my son in my arms and playing with my pony tail, tears well up at the sound of our family together, worshiping God. Although my kids don’t have anything directly to do with the words on the screen, from this mother’s heart, they are the most tangible and overwhelming sign of God’s grace for me. I am so humbled to be their mom that I don’t have to work at humbling my heart; my overwhelming love for them is so evident in this environment that it is easy for me to understand how God might feel about me. When my kids are with me, I don’t really care what else is going on, I just want to sing to and about God! I also love hearing my kids sing the songs throughout the rest of the day.
Maybe we weren’t all meant to go our different directions during the worship set. There is a need for individual time with God, but perhaps there should be a routine corporate time for the families He saw fit to put us in.