This last Sunday, our son Kipton had a cold. We didn’t want to take him to the nursery, so he didn’t sneeze and cough all over his friends.
My wife had not been at our services in the past couple weeks, because she had been visiting family. So, I offered to keep Kipton in the lobby.
I was able to hear muffled versions of the music played and the words spoken. As the music played, I sang. As I sang, my son rang out sounds of worship as only a 7-month old boy can.
He explored my face with his hands. I explored his with my eyes. His wide-open smile…a source of joy for me.
A little after the message started, my son fell asleep in my arms. His stuffed-up nose was making it hard for him to breathe, but he slept in my arms nonetheless. Maybe it would help you to know that he doesn’t do this very often. I have a very engaged boy. He loves to play and watch and learn. When it’s time for him to sleep, he sleeps. It just rarely happens in my arms. In fact, this was only the 5th time he has ever slept in my arms.
I’d like to offer this: Worship doesn’t just happen in a room on Sunday morning. Worship happens when we respond to what God has done for us. Singing to my King with my son in my arms was the best worship service I’ve taken part in in a long time.
