If you were to close your eyes and imagine the perfect ‘experience’ of worship, what would it be like? Where would it begin? With the first hymn? … as you walk into the building?… as you kneel to pray?
I have learned over the years that there are lots of moments that lead me into worship and help me engage fully. Everything from walking through the door (platonic ideal: summer in the States, pushing a large wooden door open and crossing from brightness and heat to the cool soft light of the church), to the almost imperceptible pause as I move into the centre aisle and look at the altar (breath in, walk forward…), to taking off my glasses as I settle to pray. These accidental rituals have become part of the pattern of worship that helps me to focus on God.
The patterns depend on location, of course. In a familiar church, there are ritual greetings with the person you meet outside, the woman who hands you the hymnal, the child running towards you up the aisle. Meeting them is part of preparing to worship too. But there is a fine balancing point — we gather together for worship; yet we can’t let the business of gathering get in the way of the worship.
We have to make space for stillness and recollection. Space for God. And we make that space not only for ourselves, but for other people. Continue reading “worship: preparing”