What Worship Is This?

We assemble in the church's hallowed halls, a mosaic of souls looking for comfort, atonement, and fellowship. Hymns, prayers, and hushed confessions fill the air. This is a place of sanctuary, a holy break amid the din of daily existence.

Worship, however, is not limited to these boundaries. It overflows the chalice and spills out into the world. Because when we go outside, our footsteps become living psalms, resonating with grace. We bear the benedictions inscribed on our palms and the melodies in our hearts.

Arriving for Worship:

Weary travelers carrying loads and brokenness arrive. The threshold, a transitional area where time falters and the ordinary and the extraordinary collide, beckons. We take off our masks and armor and approach the altar barefoot. Here, we give our broken selves in search of completeness.

We sing as the organ rises, a chorus of appreciation, wonder, and longing. A drink of eternity and a taste of redemption await in the Eucharist. After we eat, our hunger goes away and is replaced by a hunger for justice, kindness, and love.

Leaving the House to Present:

However, worship is dynamic—a dance with a purpose—rather than motionless. As our souls aflame, we step out into the world as the doors swing open. Our hands become instruments of healing, and our voices turn into sermons. We light the sacred flame, bringing hope into the shadows.

We provide warmth, food, and clothing to the underprivileged and silent. We are worshiping in boardrooms and classrooms, on busy streets, and on peaceful park benches. Our lives take on the form of liturgies: a prayer for peace, a song of justice, a sacrifice of generosity.

So let's move forward:

Not just as attendees at church, but as representatives of grace. From sanctuary to streets, from stained glass to city squares, our footsteps leave a trail. We witness an indescribable love that transcends all beliefs and ideologies.

Because worship is viral, it cannot be contained. It crosses barriers and touches hearts as it reverberates across time. And as we move, we transform into walking psalms, our lives bearing witness to the hallowed dance of streets and sanctuary, arriving and passing.

May the world hear our singing, and may our footsteps be met with worship.