I was invited to teach at a church. It was not a traditional building, more like an expansive home fellowship. Walking around wearing my prayer shawl and kippah, I saw groups assembling in different rooms, praying and worshiping, each room singing a different song. Some of the rooms were large, and others smaller and more intimate. I knew I was supposed to teach at some point and was anxious to begin.

I walked over to a man holding a microphone to see if I could get it from him. I sensed that the people were not ready and decided to continue walking around instead. I then walked into an adjacent smaller room with about eight to ten people gathered. Most were older, well into their sixties. One man wearing a white t-shirt closed his eyes and began singing a song. I could feel the presence of the Holy Spirit and started singing along with him. I felt the peace and patience of the Lord, and while I knew He wanted them to be taught, more importantly, He first wanted them to worship Him. God was restoring His heart of worship to the church.