P-RAYSES

On Thursday night, our family went to a really nice steak house in Tampa called Bern's Steak House. Its an expensive and upscale joint. Even the waiters have to work themselves up from the bottom to make it that 'high.' And I'm sure they do quite well.

Anyhow, our waiter was from the Philadelphia area, and I asked him if he was a Philly fan. He told me since he'd been down here 20 years, he pulls for the Rays. So we got talking about the great game on Wed night. The comeback. The drama. The excitement.

Another gentlemen from an adjacent table took notice. He chimed in with his thoughts on the game and Rays. Soon we were all coming together in bringing forth our praises of our beloved Rays. Each had a slightly different experience and angle. Yet we were all in unified in our praise.

To me that's worship. Different folks with different backgrounds coming together with different experiences, and slighlty different reasons for thanksgiving. Yet all come with a unified understanding that God has granted us access to His throne of glory through the blood of Christ. Skipping out on Sunday worship is like enjoying a great baseball team like the Rays, and yet not being able to share with anyone, "Did you see that amazing 6 run seventh inning against the Red Sox?"

BTW-I Just saw this article from the St. Pete times. In case you needed some more reasons to hate the Red Sox, click here for some fodder. It was in the St. Pete Times today.