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What does God see when He sees us worshipping?
And He Was There
- Worshipping when I was younger – mid last century
There was a custom and tradition
that, years ago, meant
meeting twice
on the Sunday.
Morning AND evening –
starting the day and closing the day
with God.
Best suits,
hats and dresses:
“No corduroy son!
Would you meet the queen in that!”
My father barked.
The worship,
like the pews, was stern and formal.
Faces serious and
attention strict, as eyes
focussed forward.
Fidgeting children were pinched,
prodded and glared into conformity.
And God was there
in the droning, reverie inducing words,
everlasting musty organ hymns,
peppermints,
and Eau de Cologned hankies.
And He was there
when the bread was broken
and the wine sipped
during the quarterly
communion:
when I was left behind
for a moment’s freedom.
And He was there
As I counted the
Organ pipes,
Bannister rails
And made mind pictures
With the patterns of the wooden ceiling.
And later,
He was still there
when I stumblingly
declared my youthful faith.
And despite my fear induced amnesia,
He was there
when I declared my love for my bride.
And He was there when our children
received His promises
in baptism.
Yes,
He was there.
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