I watched a precious friend worship Jesus yesterday. Her life hasn’t always been easy. Each week, no matter what troubles are present in her life, her hands lift high and she worships God with her whole heart.

            Resurrection Sunday was no different. Our sanctuary was filled with extra family members and friends, and my friend raised her hands in praise to Jesus. A tiny hand beside her caught my attention. Another friend, with her young toddler in tow, sat beside this worshipper and her little girl watched in wonder. Eyes focused, smile wide, she raised her hands and inched closer. After imitating my friend, she wanted to grab the raised hands and play. Of course, my friend obliged and the scene was precious.

            I considered the scene later and a thought crept in. It’s okay for kids to play during worship, but it’s not okay for grown-ups.

            How often have I played church?

Gone through the motions?

Said the right things?

Sang words I didn’t mean?

            My heart panged with hurt and regret. How could I so easily forget all that Jesus did for me on the cross?

            During this season of remembrance, let’s stand in awe of all He has done for us. Jesus died so we may live.

            Thank you, Jesus. Don’t let my worship be in vain.