I had a conversation with a good friend I hadn't talked to in a while.
I saw words on a screen and heard pop/rock music extolling God.
I saw hands in the air, feet dancing, and heard voices rising.
Insanely enough, I had a wide smile on my face by the end of the night. So that's what God's joy is like.
It's possible that I disagree with the political, social and religious opinions of a number of people in the room, and it's possible that I'm still uncomfortable worshipping in the same way that the others do, but there's no denying that what they did was right for them. And I was able to appreciate it on my own while participating in this worship in my own way.
Of course, it was also the first time in a LOONNG time that I've had communion twice in the same day. :-)