By: Gabriela Yareliz
It was one of those mornings where I was in a rush. So much so that I had forgotten to put on deodorant. (I hate those days when this accidentally happens).
I ran out like a lunatic, and as I made my way to the train station, I heard music. It was familiar music. There was a car parked outside of the small hospital office on the main avenue. As I got closer, it registered that I knew the song. It was a worship song that you typically sing in church during a service.
Then, I saw it. There was a woman in scrubs sitting in an SUV on the avenue, her windows down, and her arms outstretched. She sat there with her eyes closed, singing.
Now, this probably sounds weird, but I truly stumbled upon someone deep in worship. Loud worship. It moved me. I imagine she is a doctor or a nurse. And there she was, in prayer and song, worshipping Jesus.
I left in a different vibe. My rush faded, and I thought about how lucky we are that worship is not restricted to any one place. We worship anywhere.
It reminded me of a time I was walking through Times Square and the energy was different. As I emerged from a platform, I heard a woman singing into a karaoke machine, “What a beautiful name it is, the name of Jesus.”
Our worship and prayers change our spaces, even as we move through busy streets, crowded trains and underground stations. Hospitals, medical offices, courts, classrooms. Wherever you go, bring Jesus with you.
GABRIELA YARELIZ 