Things have been super busy here trying to get Sanction ready for release, plus all the usual stuff, and I really appreciate your patience as I’ve relied on some archived posts to help take some pressure off. As I was scrolling through the old posts though, I noticed I tend to gravitate toward a few favorite subjects. I suppose we could argue I use up all my imagination for fiction. I think it probably has more to do with the fact that a blog gives me the freedom to write about things that are on my heart and mind.
If you’ve been around the blog for very long, you know that worship comes up quite frequently. I’m often convicted about the worship that I offer. Is it sincere? Is it jaded and routine? Is it even acceptable? But a few times, I’ve been privileged to witness worship so pure and beautiful it’s breathtaking. This past Sunday was one of those times.
We write our prayer requests down on little cards then take them up to the altar to pray for them. What we call the “altar” is throwback terminology. It’s really just the steps up to the platform. When prayer time came, four or five little kids made their way to the front with cards in hand. A little girl sitting with my daughter looked up at me and asked, “Are we allowed?” Absolutely.
Their cards scrawled with thinline markers named friends and family, folks who were sick, who didn’t go to church or who were having difficulties. They crowded together on the steps and said their prayers. I couldn’t bear to close my own eyes and pray while they were up front. After a few moments, they trickled back to their seats, and the service continued on.
Jesus said in Mark 10:14 “Let the little children come to Me, and do not forbid them; for of such is the kingdom of God.”
I know it’s hard for little ones to sit through an entire worship service, and I know it’s important to teach them in a way that’s more suited to them, so I understand the reasoning behind children’s church. But on the other hand, it was a singular blessing to share in that moment when the little children came to Him.
I wonder how much we miss not sharing in their worship.