Worship has always been like a spiritual portal to me. As a kid, I often felt indifferent towards God. I believed in Him, respected Him, and knew He was good. But, I struggled to love Him. That all changed my senior year of high school. That’s when I met a couple of ‘70s-hippies-turned-Jesus-freaks who introduced me to worship and an intimacy with God I had never even imagined possible. I remember crowding into this couple’s small apartment and spending entire evenings worshipping and praying and basking in God’s presence. It was then I decided to pick up guitar. I wanted to worship God anytime and anyplace – and an instrument helped me do that.
This weekend, I climbed into storage and retrieved an old friend – my guitar. The strings had become discolored and I couldn’t find a pick or tuner in the case. But, I tuned it up best I could and began finger-picking a few worship songs. Immediately, something awakened in my soul. And, for the next hour, though my uncallused fingers protested, I had a sweet time of communion with God.