One of the biggest and most destructive problems in this day, mayhap in every age, is we have no sense of worship. We have no sensitivity to God's glory. We have forgotten, or never learned, to be reverent.
I attended a Lutheran service on Sunday. It was a first for me, the organ music, the liturgies. I wished they would continue, that they would sense the spark of reverence, of worship, that lay within their practice, and forget to do the rituals for sake of itselves, and continue onward and upward in this glorious discovery of worship, of this learning of reverence. I felt betrayed. I tasted droplets, just enough to realize my thirst, my need, this whole new world, but nowhere near enough to begin to quench, to begin to learn.
I took a walk and discovered the glory of fall. As I approached one glorious tree, I trembled to walk under the lavish display of color, it was too sacred. Leaves brushed me, and it was too much.
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