We had the most awesome time at church on Sunday evening. A troop of First Nations musicians took over the platform at church. This wasn’t a performance—simply three hours of pure worship, genuine let’s get together and worship.
Chairs were set out in three rows around the room. The centre of the sanctuary became the dance floor. We danced to the drumbeat. We danced with flags and enthusiasm and love for God and with each other.
Three hours flew by.
But, there was something wrong—there was something wrong with me. I was worshipping the worship. I was so busy doing this, I hardly took time to connect with God.