She was so scared on the ferris wheel…it’s funny.
Worship is life. It is not just praise and worship with music on a Sunday Morning prior to a sermon. It is not picking up a guitar and singing worship songs for the sheer fact that it “may” replace the Sunday morning service mentioned prior. It is not the music that we listen that supplements the worship that we commonly know. Worship is how we live our lives. How we love one another. How we respect each other. How we cry with another. How we are compassionate with others. Worship is how we live our lives in the paths of God. This was the main lesson to be learned.
It has been a while since I have made such a statement, but I feel that such statement should be made in light of the circumstances. I have lost a great friend two weeks ago. He was the most kind-hearted person that I have ever met in my neck of the woods. The last I have met him was something DeMolay related where I noticed that, although his health was deteriorating, he has lost a significant amount of weight and still the happy-go-lucky person that everyone notices. I believe it was at a dinner serving at Valley Hills where the typical spaghetti dinner was sold to raise money for the chapter. I shook his hand and discussed what was happening with his life. As we talked, I noticed that…everything was good. Not the simple “life is good” that every DeMolay would commonly say, but the “good” where there was no worries. What makes me think about this was that he has encountered many hardships. One in particular was between advisors. *I know this may sound or be a bit confusing, but let me explain.* When one joins DeMolay, he would expect the advisors to work together for the common good of preparing the young men for the world. But this wasn’t the case for my friend. He was one of the most influential advisors I know, but yet the hardships he encountered…he could not avoid. The drama between them was ridiculous. I did not think that grown men would have something between them. Now that he has passed away, how can one forgive them of what happened? How can you go on with life with the burden that something could have been done? Or worst…how can one live with yourself thinking…”good riddance”. This is the worst that one can think of.