I want...

I want to go to church every Sunday and cry. I want to cry because I see all to clearly my sin and I want to cry in confusion because I just can't understand why He died for me.

I want to go to church and be joined by other imperfect, sinning hypocrites who are in desperate need of the grace of God. I want to encourage them and be encouraged by them.

I want, in the dark night of my soul, to remember that while problems may seem insurmountable, I am going to worship the God who spoke the universe into existence, who parted the Red Sea, stopped the earth from spinning... and rose from the dead.

I want to hold the hand of my wife while we worship together. I want to sing, but at some point, get quiet, bend my ear and listen to her lovely voice lost in worship.

I want to come with a psalm, a hymn or a spiritual song, or a word of prophesy that will bless my brothers and sisters and challenge the lost.

I want, with an single-minded focus, to make Him the center of my attention for 90 minutes.

...unless Matt preaches and then I better make it another 15 minutes ;)