It is always heartening to join in the children’s worship every Sunday. The kids, especially the younger ones, sound really cute, and though they sometimes appear to not really know what they are doing exactly, their excitement is infectious. I’ll join in to do all the funny actions with the songs, especially for David’s Club.

Every Sunday, God will remind me of Matt 18:3 in my heart. "I tell you the truth, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven." I think as I grow older, physically and spiritually, I start to complicate things. I start to feel conscious of my behaviour, and in stark contrast, I seldom dance, nor join in the actions for church service. A case of lost childlike innocence?

I convince myself that I perspire too easily and jumping makes me perspire too heavily, thereby making it hard to worship with sweat running down my face, but I guess it’s little more than an excuse. I wonder how some people view me if I start bouncing up and down, but like what Pastor Khong said once in his sermon, “Well, I got news for you: No one’s looking at you during worship.”

Here is the king of Israel who says that he is willing to ‘become even more undignified than this’, and ‘be humiliated in my own eyes’ (v21-22) just so that he can celebrate the Lord. I think for me the issue isn’t really so much as should I do the actions of the worship songs, or jump, or dance; it’s a matter of the heart – whether I can move beyond the opinions of man.

Teach me to please You, Lord, and not please men! I covenant to worship regardless of my mood, and to be free to dance in praise.