One of the things I miss about living in Michigan is being able to pick strawberries in the summer. I’d always wanted to go, but I wanted to go with my friends. However, God insisted that I go picking on my own. Let the record show, I am addicted to strawberries: strawberry ice cream, cupcakes, smoothies, lemonade, yogurt, cheesecake, candy, you name it. As I was doing my picking, I was amazed to see how strawberries were grown—it was awesome! I was able to see the tiniest berries to the largest berry of the bunch.
As a minister, one of the questions that tends to flutter through my mind is the credibility of my worship, public and private. I am wondering if what I call an act of worship reflects my personal worship experience. Lately, I am beginning to realize the importance of having an authentic personal relationship with God in relation to the meaning of worship. The more I continue my journey back to the heart of worship, the more I understand the importance of making it part of a lifestyle and not just a Sabbath morning service.