Sunday morning worship at Presbytery. Big old church with pipe organ. Couple hundred people present (no we don't have that many Presbyters--all the churches in the city were invited to join together for worship).
Pipe organ plays us into singing Holy, Holy, HOly as an introit. AS everyone starts to sing Sarah (who is standing on my lap) looks up, eyes wide open, mouth open in an unvoiced WOW. Earlier, as people are gathering Devyn had been sitting with mom, pointing at the high ceiling with a similar expression.
Worship needs to do many things at different times and in different ways. BUt one of them has to be that WOW. How do we capture that sense of awe and wonder?