Make a joyful noise to the Lord, all the earth.
Worship the Lord with gladness;
come into his presence with singing.
Know that the Lord is God.
It is he that made us, and we are his;
we are his people, and the sheep of his pasture.
Enter his gates with thanksgiving,
and his courts with praise.
Give thanks to him, bless his name.
For the Lord is good;
his steadfast love endures for ever,
and his faithfulness to all generations.
My parents worshipped regularly with me and my family when I was a part of their household. I never questioned it. I never begged not to go. I knew it was just something we did. There were many times when I was in high school that I would have loved to stay in bed and sleep after a late night out. But I knew that wasn’t in the cards. And truly, worship was an activity that became a part of me.
Where else do a load of people come together and sing, let alone, sing praises to God? Where else do a bunch of people come together who are not all related, not on the job, and not all the same age? When we worship with each other at church, we put aside our normal routine of life. We join others who may or may not be much like us to share in giving thanks and praise to the God who claims us.
Hopefully, in the act of worship, we are revived to meet the challenges that face us knowing we are not alone.