Today in the wilderness, I worshiped. My church family gathered together to sing songs, recite prayers, and read Scripture. Everything centered around the adoration of God. Our time together was holy and sacred. Communion brought me back to center, back to the reason we gather together, to acknowledge our dependence on each other and to praise and give thanks to the Creator.
We remember in our ritual that we are fed by the breath of God, who provides us with manna in the wilderness and water in the cleft of the rock. All of these things give us strength and sustain us and lead us onward. We feast and do the work to which we are called. Replenished and renewed, our ministry is richer and fuller than what we knew before our time of praise and thanksgiving.
And on a personal note, it didn’t hurt to hear Julian sing today. He sang “Beautiful City” from the musical Godspell. My spirit soared when once again, I witnessed his love of making music. There is no pretense with him, he is fully in and completely passionate about singing. I worshiped more profoundly because my son led me to a holy place. I delighted in hearing him and gave special thanks to God for him and how committed he is to his craft. I know I am a proud father but….
Today I am grateful for a time to celebrate while still exploring the riches of and uncharted land. The wilderness can leave us tired and weary. We must always remember to stop and be fed by the Spirit. Nourishment is a crucial, life-giving part of our odyssey. So, let us worship, bringing all that we are to the feet of God. Praise be to God, who brightens our journey and enlightens our pathway.