We stand in this sanctuary, side-by-side, and say these ancient words. Words spoken by generations of pilgrims before us.
And I feel the heaviness. The heaviness of all this time in them.
I breathe in their holiness and know their power.
The small frame beside me does the same. In his stature I see a new awareness. He forms these words with his mouth, rediscovering something lost.
A treasure found.
We have been long absent from these pews. Have strayed from this Traditional Worship service. We have been following God’s leading to a new church…a Contemporary Worship service.
Our desire to reach the unchurched through diversifying worship caused a quite a stir in this muted place.
But we return today. For a morning we are home.
I contemplate these things as I let this quiet joy awaken inside.
I remember this serene worship—this tender appeal to God.
I sing these weighty hymns…with melody oh, so hard to grasp. My voice is high where it should be low, wavering in this complicated thing.
But the words.
How they tug at my heart. And I imagine the pen that scripted them…over a hundred years ago.
Little one, at my side, is trying so hard.
He misses this sacred place.
But still, he slumps beside me. Leans heavy as the words we utter in unison.
There is no opportunity to let the joy spill out. No opportunity to send his energy out into this room. No lifting arms…no swaying with the rhythm.
Is there not some wiggle room?
Can we not, as God’s people, see the value in diversity?
I see my attempts to marry these things in my son’s innocent efforts.
This diversity gives him an appreciation for both styles of worship.
Before we became active in Contemporary worship, the Traditional service left him bored and irritable.
Now, he grasps for each word. Tries.
Yet, Contemporary music lets his spirit free. Free to praise, free to worship. No constraints.
Do I not want him to have choices in life?
Then why not so in worship?
Does not God appreciate the beauty of diversity in His people?
Why not so in worship?
I want my children to be comfortable giving their worship to God, no matter the setting.
And so, I will continue to attempt to bridge these parallels. For they are not opposites. They run side-by-side; taking us to the same place.
Worshiping at His feet.
It’s all for Him.