we pray and sing corporately as the gathered people of God—shapes believing. But if this is true—and I started to believe that it was—then I had a problem. I thought about the gnawing feeling I had had every time I stepped onto a stage at a large event to “lead worship.” I felt a certain tacit hypocrisy in our claim that we were there to lift up Jesus, when there we stood on an elevated stage, with multicolored lights aimed at us and cameras magnifying our faces on giant screens. Really? Were we really