Worship Night or Nah?

So, I did something crazy tonight.....well, crazy for me.  I went to a worship night on campus put on by a greek club. It was really good and I'm so glad that I went, but let me take you through the process of what went on before and after tonight.

Ever since I have heard of worship night, I've wanted to go, but I've never had anyone to go with me. Also, if you know me or have read any of my blogs, you know I'm a pretty introverted and awkward human being. So I haven't ever gone to avoid creating an awkward situation for me or anyone around me. Lately, I've had a change in my mindset. I got the email that worship night was happening tonight and I thought "Well hey. Bite the bullet. You love Jesus. They love Jesus. What can go wrong?" SO I texted my friend and told her we were going. Literally, I told her. Asking was not involved. (I'm so polite sometimes.) As it got closer for the time to leave, I started regretting my decision to go. I'm at the sink in my bathroom frantically trying to look decent because I don't want to make a bad impression on these people that I don't/barely know. My friend and I start walking to the lecture hall where this event is held. With every step that I took, I kept thinking "Why are you going? They don't actually want you here." I honestly just wanted to turn around and go back to my dorm, but at this point I'm already in the building and there would be no reason to turn around. As I'm trying to awkwardly avoid walking in the lecture hall, I start having a panic attack (shocker.) It got to the point where I couldn't feel my feet. That's really weird, but I wasn't for sure if I could walk or not. My friend who was with me says "well, I feel like we are more awkward standing out here than we would be sit in there." She was obviously right.

We go in to the lecture hall and all I'm doing is telling myself to leave. I started thinking to myself that I'm not actually in this greek club. Why am I here? Like, I have made the biggest mistake of my college career. (I'm a girl. I over react.) As the worship night continues though, I get more comfortable and feel more welcomed and I started to realize that it doesn't matter. I may be an introvert, but it doesn't matter. They may be a greek club, but it doesn't matter. Worship isn't about who I am or what I think. It's about praising the one who loves us so much. If this greek club didn't want me to join in their worship, they wouldn't have invited everyone to come. So regardless of what the campus mindset towards greek clubs is, I would like to thank this greek club for breaking the mold and inviting everyone to be involved in their worship. How blessed are we to go to a school where we can have corporate worship nights like this?