On Sunday mornings, I join the Praise Team up front in singing various songs of worship to God. I’ll have to admit, however, that it’s not always easy. There are those Sunday mornings I just feel stressed or down or angry about something, and am aware of how hypocritical it is to lead worship when I don’t necessarily feel very worshipful myself. But when I get that way, I simply look down. No, not at my shoes and, dare I say, not even to pray, though that is helpful as well. I look down from the stage to the rows in front of me. There sit a few kids and a young man — he’s in seventh grade now — singing songs of worship to God. And it makes me smile.
There is just something about a child or a young man or woman worshipping God that brings a little joy and a thankful heart. It is simply refreshing for the soul to hear them singing praises to the Creator of the world, the King over all kings. These young ones are living examples of glorifying God.