Our church has started a monthly worship night called “The Gathering.” I have wanted to go the last few months, but it just hasn’t worked out. This month we decided to go. Cause with everything going on in the world my soul needed it.
We were late getting out of the house because it fell shortly after dinner and, I don’t know about your kids, but mine take forever to eat. Hannah insisted on wearing her princess crown. Her latest go to accessory for all things fancy. And church is fancy so the crown was on. They had child care for kids under 5, but we decided we would worship as a family.
When we got there, we realized the worship wasn’t in the main auditorium, but up in a smaller venue. An intimate candlelight venue filled with adults reverently worshiping. The girls immediately recognized “Open The Eyes of my Heart” from their kid’s worship album and began to sing at the top of their lungs. The hubby and I met eyes and gave each other the “we really should get the kids out of here” look.
The songs turned more and more passionate and worshipful and the service was incredibly moving. I was having such a hard time concentrating worried that my girl’s loud and out of tune singing was distracting. Silas was a little fussy and I was consumed with self consciousness that we were sticking out like sore thumbs. The girl’s were so excited when they knew the songs so they kept singing louder and louder.
We go to a non-denominational church. People worship in many different ways but most people just sing with a few hand raisers splattered throughout the crowd. At this service, as I looked around I noticed so many people had their hands up and had really given themselves over to worship. Suddenly I didn’t care what my kids were doing. Because the fact was, they were worshiping. With all their little hearts.
One of the last songs sung was “In Christ Alone.” For some reason the girls have really latched onto that song. Hannah calls it her ballerina song and frequently begs for me to play it for her. It is not rare for me to find her with my iPod dancing around the living room to that song. When the worship band began to play it, Hannah climbed down out of her seat and began to dance. With her beautiful princess crown on she was spinning around singing her heart out with her hands stretched to the air. Tears ran down my face as I realized that instead of embarrassing me, my children were teaching my about true worship. Which shouldn’t have really surprised me at all.
And he said: “I tell you the truth, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. Matthew 18:3 NIV