I really like going to church on Sundays. That hasn’t always been true all of my life, but right now Sunday morning worship is one of the high points of any week.
This past Sunday, one of the prayers for the day included the phrase, “Whom saints and angels delight to worship.” Referring to God, of course. The word “delight” struck me as important, an idea that I had not considered all that deeply. That angels and saints—presumably all varieties over all the ages—would find joy in praising, praying, singing, listening and imagining.
On that Sunday, the feeling was mutual—the saints, the angels and I really enjoying what was happening in and around us. Taking pleasure from the experience of worship. Savoring the richness of emotion and encouragement that rippled through the liturgy’s unfolding.
The sermon opened the Gospel in a startling way—new insights that bounced around joyfully inside my spirit. The hymns re-stated the emphases of the texts and the mask-laden congregation sang strongly—even the new tunes. The lector read with conviction—these words were important for us to hear. The prayers for the day fit current events, needs and hopes. Quiet times invited roaming thoughts.
To add to my delight: In one of the front pews, a young couple helped their two young boys find their way through the service, framing these youngsters’ lives with these times of connection with God. This family was carrying on the traditions that angels and saints have treasured over the eons—and proving that the legacy of worship and praise will not wither or die.
I hope your worship this coming Sunday will bring you the same feelings, that you’ll join the rest of the saints and angels in the delight of worship!
