My Son had a Party.

My son Preston just celebrated his 6th birthday and Sunday was party day.

Lots of friends, family, food, a jump zone, cake, pinata and presents.

Oh, yeah. Lots of presents.

To be honest I was a little jealous. I mean, if you can be jealous of your own 6 year old. I never got a party like that.

Come to think of it, I was never even invited to a party like that.

There was so much laughter.

Not just the kids, the adults too.
We had so much fun.

It was indeed a celebration.
An affirmation to my son that he was loved. Not just because he's my son. He's genuinely a good kid and we like being around him.

God had a Son and His Son liked a good party.
His enemies accused of being a party animal.
A good time Charlie. A glutton. A drunkard.

Do I get that?

When God came to earth He had a good time.

Laughing with His friends, sharing good times, and food.
Jesus ate a lot of food. Check out all those banquets and feasts.

So what does all this have to do with worship?
Just this.

Worship is a celebration.
A time to enjoy God. His family. A celebration of His Son.

If everyone would have acted at Preston's party the way we act at Jesus' party I would've freaked.

Quiet whispers.
Somber faces.
Too many glances at the watch.

Worship shouldn't be hard or a formality. We need to push the "Easy Button" on worship and relax.

Enjoy.
Celebrate.

Why not? Jesus did.