Lord, the little drummer boy in the Christmas song probably had the best intentions. But what newborn and tired mom need a kid banging on a drum? Sometimes, though, my own worship makes even less sense. Yet, OMG, You welcome me — and even ask for an encore.
O my God, when I worshipped in this beautiful place, an out-of-tune bullfrog quartet joined in my songs. They sounded like twangy rubber bands. They didn’t know the words. When I complained, You only smiled and said how much You enjoyed us all. OMG, could it be that your idea of worship and mine aren’t necessarily the same?
O. M. G. !