I don’t know how many of you know this, but I’m somewhat a celebrity in the Philippines, especially in the city of Antipolo. Well, probably not, but I did have a giggling girl snap a picture with me when I played my guitar during an outreach there. We spent the afternoon in the city to minister to some street kids. You can of course read about that experience here. As I had mentioned in that post, I had played the song “One Way” at the request of one of the social workers who helped arrange the event. Now I like this song, it reminds me of some great memories of my Campus Crusade days, first singing along with the crowd of fellow students and later as a musician playing electric guitar on stage. I sometimes miss those days of carefree worship experiences, late night conversations about difficult spiritual topics and regular occurrences of faith-stretching opportunities. But, I am far removed from those experiences and I am quickly learning not to hold those experiences as the end all of my spiritual journey. This last trip proved this, as I experienced God in a way that was both magnificent but full of self realizations and personal shortcomings. I have come to understand that pride cannot exist in worship. There is one way to worship, and it is without pride.