Funny things tents. Just a set of sheets of plastic tethered to the ground, and they become a shelter.
Having been camping many times, the tent does became familiar, and setting it up, with its ritual, and setting out the equipment. It is a bit like unpackaging Christmas in December, and setting it all out.
God got his people to tent annually, to remember they were sojourners, travellers, led by Him from captivity to freedom.
When Moses met with God, it was in the tent of meeting. The place designated by God, marked out by the sheets, where everyone knew it was a sign and conditions of God’s agreement with his people. When Moses met God on the mountain though, it was with smoke and fire, and all but Moses kept at a distance.
In my experience God continues to tent with us. There may not be a physical shelter (though we are encouraged to pray secretly in a closed space) but God does overshadow us, and there is a familiarity when we encounter him in that way, and we know truth dwells in that place. It is even more exciting when it happens as we meet as church.
Sometimes we may be afraid of that, sometimes we may be closed to that expectation, or too focused on seeing something else occur. But our God does want to tent with us. To create that electric familiarity.
It is so gracious when it happens. And it never seems to occur through striving, but more through surrendering.
It needs to be our prayer for worship.