I was going to try to do this in a poll, but something was missing. So here goes with a post.
Do any of the elements or parts of worship touch you? Are you moved or motivated or humbled by any portion of worship? Are you or at times are you merely going through the motions on Sunday? Is it a religious experience, a ritual, even trite? Is it new everyday, fresh and a spiritual event in your week? What could make it better? What are your favorite parts of worship? What has improved? What needs improvement?
Your worship team spent a week fasting and praying for our worship ministry. Many of you joined us. What did God say to you during the prayer and fasting time? What is God saying now? How can we make our corporate worship the best hour or two of our week?
Your prayerful thoughts are welcomed.
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Worship for me is very special. As a young child before I even knew the Lord, His seeds were planted in me through song. I am sure of this. As a young adult I was saved after several Sunday's worshiping through tears until I finally understood what that voice was trying to tell me. Just over 3 years ago I came to Mt. Oak after what seems an exhaustive search. I was 8 months pregnant and in need of a church family and home. During this first visit, worship was beautiful and once again brought me to tears. There have been few Sunday's when it hasn't affected me the same way. I would say I am moved and humbled. It is a spiritual experience that brings me closer to God that I wait for all week. For me it has never been about going through the motions. Several times, it has been the only reason for me to come to church, and what kept me at Mt. Oak through hard times. The most beautiful sight is seeing young and old, black and white, sisters and brothers worshiping our common Father together. At that point the world seems right and everything else far, far away. For all these reasons I sit in the front with my children, hoping and praying those seeds are being planted again into these small souls. Amy Bogan
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