I have seen the sunrise. The orb on the horizon yesterday colored the color of red that the only the sun can get. And this morning, the sunrise’s glory wasn’t in the sun but the buildings. Glass that is so boring and inorganic taking a life of its own. The glory of man reflecting the glory of God. Worship. Like last night. Something about people playing their hearts out for God and something about having a camera in my hands. There is something about being in a worship atmosphere and doing what you love. It is worship.