Worship

Maybe it was part of my upbringing, but I enjoy a good sermon and a little hoot and hollering in church, every once in a while. As a young child, occassionaly our family’s housekeeper babysat my sister Patti and me over night, and then on Sunday morning take us to the “country” to “her church.” I don’t remember a word of the sermon or exactly the “Order of Service,” but I remember the singing and the unbelievable joy that was all around me. There was certainly some “hoot and hollering” going on.

You know you are going to get a good sermon from Luis at St. John’s, and every now and then Luis invited Peter Goines to St. Johns to teach our stodgy congregation some gospel music and learn about the Balm of Gilead. Suzy has taught me that wonderful hymns can make up for a lot on Sunday morning.

So I’ve been thinking a lot about my boyhood joy, and how fortunate I have been in where I worshiped over the years. I seldom attended as service, where I left church with a lot of guilt loading me down. It seems as though there are two ways of worshipping God. One is to serve others and, doing things for God or his children. We can feed his flock, care for his people, or carry his message around. The second way is to sing songs, create beautiful things, talk to him, and make a little bit of foolishness – in other words make God smile and laugh. For sure when he hears me sing, he laughs.

Whether it’s at an Episcopal service, a Quaker meeting, a Pentecostal gathering, or Catholic High Mass we worship God when there is a little joy and foolishness in the gathering. Otherwise we would be better of worshiping, by doing something useful.

Every person has their own view on what should go on during worship. I suspect there is no wrong way, but give me some fine music and a fine sermon, and I have had a little glimpse of heaven.

About the author

Webb Hubbell, former Associate Attorney General of The United States, is an author and speaker. His novels, When Men Betray, Ginger Snaps, A Game of Inches, The Eighteenth Green, and The East End are published by Beaufort Books and are available online or at your local bookstore. When Men Betray won one of the IndieFab awards for best novel in 2014. Ginger Snaps and The Eighteenth Green won the IPPY Awards Gold Medal for best suspense/thriller.

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  1. Webb,
    I have this morning spent much enjoyable time reading your blog. I agree with practically all your write, and I find your words to be liberatingly profound—yet so very simple.

    Much of what we value in life is of little value, and that which we shun is sometimes precisely what we should embrace.

    I do my blogging pretty much on my Facebook page. My Wall is open to everyone, and you are welcome to visit and comment as a non-friend (or to friend me if you like what you read).

    Like you, I spend a lot of time and energy exploring spiritual/religious matters—and, of course, politics. Unlike you, I am not concise. To me a lawyer’s brief is a contradiction in terms. I am afflicted, unlike you, with “diarrhea of the mouth”. There’s actually a word for that condition: logorrhea, but I prefer diarrhea of the mouth. 🙂

    GLAD to find you and your insights!
    Cliff

    1. Thanks Cliff for your comment, and it is good to hear from you. I got this e-mail from your facebook page. I tried to friend you, but discovered that you have exceeded the limit on friends. That is quite an accomplishment. I don’t want to say too much on a public comment, but look forward to responding to your comment directly. If I got the correct e-mail I will comment more in depth. Webb

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