A truck pulled up to the border, and a customs officer was suspicious. So he ordered the driver out and searched the vehicle. It was a thorough search: the panels, bumpers, and wheel cases are all pulled off and examined, but not a single bit of contraband could they find. Finally, the driver was waved through.
The next week, the same driver pulled to a stop at the border. The same official was there, and he was determined to find what this guy was smuggling. Again the official searched, and but again he found nothing illicit. As time went on, there were full-body searches, X-rays, and sonar, but every week the same man drove up, and no mysterious cargo was ever found.
Finally, after many years, the officer was nearing retirement. Here came the same driver. “I know you’re a smuggler,” the customs officer said. “Don’t bother denying it. But I can’t figure out what you’ve been smuggling all these years. I’m leaving now; I’m getting ready to retire. Won’t you please tell me what you’ve been smuggling?” “Trucks,” the driver said.
The customs official totally missed the point. Are we missing the point when it comes to worship and what it’s really supposed to be about?