Sunday, July 11

This morning's service made me wonder about worship. I admit, I felt a bit like the hymn we sang, How does the creature say Praise? I didn't have (and still don't have now) the words to express what I was feeling, but I knew it felt worshipful. The music was inspired. Even though Debussy may not have written his pieces specifically for worship, the beauty of the work was incredibly worshipful. Ruth's flowers on the communion table; their simple beauty made me worshipful. Sitting in the sanctuary, built by men over a hundred and thirty years ago, amidst the strong columns and the stained glass windows, that made me feel worshipful.

And then Andrew reminded us that we make sense of our world by remembering to worship God. That we worship God because of his complete love shown through Jesus Christ coming to earth. And that if we begin with Christ and allow him to be our focus, if we become like Christ, God will shine through us like the beautiful light through the stained glass windows.

Beauty, bringing us to a place of worship, which then makes us beautiful through God's light. What brings you to a place of worship? Were there aspects of this morning's service that made you feel a little closer in your walk with God?