I’ve always had these sort of…hang ups about the worship portion of a church service. I would occasionally feel moved to worship in a certain manner–sometimes lift my hands, or kneel, or even sing out loud.
I never did it, though. Not even when I felt like I was supposed to. I didn’t want people to think I was weird, or fake, or had a bad voice.
Tonight during the youth worship I had this moment of clarity where I realized it didn’t matter what anyone thought but Jesus. It never had mattered.
And then I obeyed.
It may be that my inhibitions don’t trouble me anymore. I don’t know at this point. It could also be the dimness of the room and the fact I was in the back row.
Whatever tonight was about, I’ll take it for what it was: God speaking truth.