I don’t know her name (yet). But I’d know her face anywhere.
Or even more, I’d recognize her moves.
She sits on the front row, left side, with our church on Sunday mornings. She’s a tall, graceful African-American woman, maybe early 60s.
And I love this woman even though we’ve never spoken.
Because she inspires me to better worship.
I have a different perspective these days. For years I sat face-forward on pews, seeing backs of heads only, minus one set of eyes (the song leader’s). But now I stand with a choir and look outward as we sing about Jesus.
And oh my, the things I see!
- I see when a teen boy, normally coolly nonchalant, is thoroughly engaged in worship after a week at church camp.
- I see one pastor close her eyes and lift her hands; another quietly bend his knees in worship.
- I see both arms of a young woman raised high in praise as she beats back the darkness of day-in, day-out disabilities.
And I see this same woman on the front row, week after week.
She’s not showy, but she’s not shy. She sways and sings from somewhere deep. And if I ever feel the words drying up in me, I glance at her and remember why I’m here. For Someone bigger than me. Greater. Higher.
I get all that when I watch her worship.
And my worship revives, too.
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When we worship together, we do it to give God the honor he’s due. The joy is multiplied in community. Does someone else’s worship inspire you to worship God more, too? I’d love to hear your stories.
- Don’t keep carrying her
- God’s good china–it’s you