By: Jennifer Bailey
January 26, 2014
I’ve come to think of worship now not as a designated time, but rather a lifestyle that sees the presence of Christ in every action of our daily lives.
I have a confession to make: I love nothing more than a good Sunday morning worship service. There is something about entering a sanctuary full of saints believing, singing, crying, praising, and lamenting worshippers coming together as one that makes me feel utterly alive.
Over the past few years, this sense of being fully alive in worship has taken place in locations I did not expect. I matriculated at Vanderbilt Divinity School in the fall of 2011. One of the warnings I frequently received from loved ones when I entered the program was, “Do not allow those academics to steal your Jesus”. Moving through the program, I found the opposite taking place. Rather than having “my Jesus” stolen, I found him expanding to be inclusive of communities and peoples I previously had not encountered.
I found Christ at the bus stop while taking to strangers on their way to work. I heard Christ in the laughter of families waiting in line for a free community meal. I saw Christ volunteering at inner-city needle exchanges. I’ve come to think of worship now not as a designated time, but rather a lifestyle that sees the presence of Christ in every action of our daily lives.
I still love to dress up in my Sunday’s best, yet there’s something truly liberating in knowing you can be fully alive in worship anywhere you go.