I’ve really missed going to church. There’s something about being physically present in the same space as other people that can’t be replicated over Zoom. A couple of months ago when my state’s stay at home order was lifted, I visited a local church that was holding services. It was so healing to be able to gather in the name of Jesus with others. I’m the only practicing Christian in my household, so there had been no one to gather with. My ward is starting back up in a few weeks, and I’m grateful. We won’t be singing, at least at first, so it won’t be the full experience, but it will be something.

I’ve missed singing. It’s a truly worshipful experience for me. “I will sing the wondrous story of the Christ who died for me.” But singing along to a YouTube video isn’t the same as singing with others. “Sing it with the saints in glory, gathered by the crystal sea.”

Until I can sing with the saints with my voice, I’ll sing with my heart. And when I’m alone in my car I’ll sing along to the radio. And if I’m singing along to the radio, chances are pretty good that someone else is singing along to the radio in their car, too, so we’ll be singing together, apart.

And if you sing along to today’s hymn, someone else will probably be singing at the same time. Exponent II sing-along, Corona-style!