After Thanksgiving dinner at my brother's house this year, he had us draw two names from the hat, and then pay them a compliment. It oddly "connected" me, both to the person I complimented and to the one complimenting me.
It warmed my heart to hear my 19-year-old niece say how she's inspired by me, and I felt closer to her than maybe I ever have.
Does it warm God's heart to hear my praise, the same way it warmed my heart to hear my niece's praise? Does the bond of love grow through the act of praising?
Maybe after Christmas dinner this year, I'll suggest each person give a compliment to God—and then have them pick out a song to sing, in praise of the One we're celebrating.
"One generation shall praise Your works to another, And shall declare Your mighty acts."
Psalm 145:4, NASB