Occasionally I share to you what worship means to me.
So often, I go to church and as the worhsip portion begins my spirit is lifted and I sing praises to God and let go of the aches and pains that fill my heart, mind, and body.
As hope and joy fill my soul, I look around at my fellow worshipers. I see faces: some cranky, some joyous, some sad, some angry, some withdrawn but they are all singing or listening. As I see their faces I think about them and what I know of their lives. For some people, I know a lot. For others, I know just snippet. But in that moment of praise and grace, I love them intensely. It is hard to explain but I think what I feel is God's love for them. I think He allows me to be a conduit for His love to share a bit of His perfect understanding that makes His fallen creation holy again.
It is simply a gift God gives when we want to be with Him and to be holy like He is holy. He is gracious and generous. When I stand in church worhsipping with a body of believers there is nothing I want more than to be in heaven with them. The idea of seeing them perfected and being perfected myself fills me with joy, hope, and anticipation. Can you imagine? We can't imagine the joy and what little bit my feeble mind imagines makes my heart almost break with the desire for that glorious day.
I am so glad that God made me and I am His.
I am linking to my friend Cheryl's post Join the Conversation about National Back to Church Sunday.