Worship

Nobey sits in my lap and pats my arm while telling me some intricate story about spaceships or dinosaurs. He is extremely articulate for four years old, and creative. Pete gives good hugs and kisses. Adah studies my face with her big brown eyes, and adores me simply because I put a bottle in her mouth. My beautiful Mervey tells me she misses me when I call from work. I barely work 40 hours a week and she wants me to come home, or wishes I didn't have to go. These people bring me great joy. I love them, and I remember, God loves me even better. I've been thinking about worship, and how we please our Father. It's beautiful to be shown affection or complimented and admired, but what's more touching is to see their love expressed in the subtleties of people's behavior, according to their individual personalities. I like to see them enjoy a meal, or for my kids to appreciate their toys. I like to teach them things, show them things, and to see their fascination. Jesus sanctifies daily life for those who are His. "To the pure, all things are pure" (Titus 1:15). For God's children there is no more distinction between the common and the sacred. We ourselves have become a temple of Holy God (1 Cor 3:16). So worship is more than vocalized adoration in church, or fixating on His greatness in our personal meditation. Worship is a perspective, a conscientiousness, by which we walk through each day with a heightened enjoyment and gratefulness for every good thing, no matter how small, as a gift from Heavenly Papa.