As I turn the key to unlock the door, I hear it – the scuttle of little feet in the room on the other side of the door. I open the door and step inside.
My children cheer and run at me like Dino greeting Fred Flintstone. They jump on me and claw their way over each other to get to be the first to hug me. It is the greatest feeling in the world. And it is the truest picture of worship that I have ever seen.
This is what worship should feel like. Little children run and jump into the loving arms of the One who loves them, provides for them, protects them, and cherishes them. The Giver of all good things, the Creator of the universe, the Author and Perfecter of our faith, the Alpha and Omega, our Father, Abba, Daddy. In the words of S. M. Lockeridge, “I wish I could describe Him to you…” (Do an internet search for “That’s My King” for more of Pastor Lockeridge’s incomparable description of Jesus – you will not be disappointed).
We were created to worship Someone. And we will worship either someone or something.