It’s Sunday morning and the faithful have gathered. As the portion of the service called “open worship” begins, I try to think of the others gathered in the room. This is a time for quiet reflection. It’s a time that recognizes that God can speak to each of us individually. A little bit ago we sang “Cry of My Heart” and I’m now wondering what inner cries exist in this room. My mind takes one of those unpredicted jumps to a movie I saw Friday night. A main male character hears the audio of women’s thoughts after an encounter with the bathtub full of water and his hair dryer. How wild would it be to hear the thoughts of people during open worship? How embarrassing if someone heard my thoughts!