Acts of Worship

I remember the first time I ever lifted my hands in worship to God. I was at Harvest Sunday School. I had recently attended the “Big Church” service and had seen the adults lifting their hands, so I thought I should do it. My friend Sarah was sitting a few seats away from me asked, “Jessica, what are you doing?”

“I am worshipping.” I answere in a typical ‘I know better then you do’ seven year old voice.

“You look stupid.” Ouch.

I’ll never forget that day. Sometimes, I wonder if I still look stupid. Especially at Pipeline when I never know what Eddiewill make me do next. Yesterday it didn’t matter though. I was up on stage, I had already whacked my mic stand which looked really dumb, thinking about how horrible my voice sounded and that I really need to start working it out when I saw this kid. He was sitting in the middle three rows back, singing his heart out with his eyes closed. I felt like it was such a gift, he didn’t care if I was off key, and I probably could have fell flat on my face and it wouldn’t have phased him. Right then, in that moment, it was just him and God, and I got to see it.

I don’t think this kid knows my name, but his little blonde curls brightened my day. Next time I’ll have an answer for the question “What are you doing?”

“I am worshipping”

“You look stupid”

“That’s okay, at least I can make God laugh!”