Do you ever find yourself content to come to church every week and never really engage with anybody meaningfully? In America, Its very easy to slip into church life without really knowing anyone or making an effort to know anyone. We come in, smile, shake a few hands, sing the songs, and leave without ever remembering a name? What if worship was never meant to be that anonymous? What if true worship wasn’t just about what happens between you and God in the vertical sense, but also about how deeply you know and love the people around you? Think about it: How many people in this church could you honestly say you know well enough to thank God for them? How many people could you write a note to that expresses gratitude, affection, and joy over seeing grace in their lives? How many people could you name, whose faith has encouraged you, whose service has blessed you, who you admire? And here’s a tough question: If we can’t do that, can we really call what we’re doing worship? Or have you settled for something easier, more distant, less costly, something that serves you more than God? Because worship is meant to be relational. It’s meant to be family. And until we see that, we’ll never experience the depth, the joy, and the power of worship as God designed it. That’s the example Paul sets in this last chapter of Romans.