This afternoon Ben and I slipped up to the classroom building to get a few photos of the afternoon master's classes. As we rounded the women's dorm we could hear singing, strong and acappella. I thought the worship band was practicing for Monday, but the chapel was silent. Curious, we headed into the cafeteria, only to find the work-study crew, men and women together, singing praises while they worked, washing the hundreds of dishes left from lunch.
The kitchen was hot, there were mountains of dishes, and I know I'm not the only one who had a big week and was ready to r-e-s-t.
But I would have stood there in the doorway all day had Ben allowed it, because their worship transformed the load of it all into a sacred space, radiating worship throughout the campus and over the walls.
Working together, as worship, can be such a precious privilege.
The mundane, for His glory, can take us to His throne.
I forget.
They remind me, not on purpose, again.
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