It's a little wierd sitting listening to ZOE, in my pijamas, on a Sunday morning. I feel a little like a heathen. I guess that's the old school in me. There is still a piece of me that feels the need to keep score on how many Sundays I miss just hoping I don't fall below the minimum for the year, inevitably throwing my soul into a flatspin straight to hell.

Then, a quite voice in the back of my mind says, "It's not about the tick marks. My grace is sufficient for you." Living is worship. When we walk, we worship God. Not in a place, but all the time.

We can even worship God when we admire His creation of our son. God is bigger than any place or ritual, so why confine ourselves to such boxes.