In a humble house, like the one in Bethlehem where the wise men worshiped the newborn King? In the courts of a magnificent temple, where Simeon the priest once took Him in his arms?
In a boat, like the one in which the Lord stilled the waves and calmed the wind? By a river, like the one where Luke and Paul found Lydia and her household?
Outside of a place of judgment, perhaps a courtroom where your accusers have just turned you out? In maximum-security prison, where no reprieve is expected? Anticipating God’s judgment seat; His very throne in heaven?
In a church where fasting and praying takes place? In a church where everyone is prophesying?
In a synagogue – or the house next door? Or a public lecture hall?
Wherever the Lord’s light shines before men? At the foot of a cross, as the world’s light fades out?
On the road into town, as Jesus’ followers did when He entered Jerusalem? On the way back home, as they did after He was lifted up to heaven?
On a mountain or in Jerusalem?
Or does the “where” not matter to you at all – as long as you can worship in spirit and in truth?