Because our church services here are in Spanish- I do a lot of 'observing'. It's a comfort to me to know no matter where we live, no matter what language is being spoken- He understands our songs of praise.
Sitting in worship today witnessing child and after child who has been through the unspeakable~ povery, disease, loss, and abuse of every kind sing songs of praise, made my heart worship in a way I had never experienced before. I watched them sing without hesitation regardless of who was listening, I saw hope in their eyes and I witnessed their raw and beautiful faith... the kind of stuff that leaves you knowing you will never be the same again.
One thing I know for sure- worship has nothing to do with song preference or the color of the carpet. It doesn't take state of the art sound equipment, plush seats, or the latest Sunday school material to come face to face with Jesus. He will meet you right where you are, just as you are... and it has nothing to do with what you have to offer...and everything to do with what He has already done.
We meet in a school room, we sing with our voices and we use what we have on hand... and it is enough- because He is enough.
As the offering plate made it's way down the rows, the gift of giving took on a whole new meaning to me as I witnessed those who have lost so much give all that they have in joy, in faith, and without worrying about tomorrow. It makes you stop and take a much deeper look at your own level of faith.