I’ve had some interesting experiences during worship, but this morning’s worship time at church was unique. The last couple of weeks worship has been wonderful. Last week, the pastor said something about his wife telling him to do what he knows–I can’t remember his exact words, but the essence I got out of it was that we need to return to some basics. And worship is a basic.
In my experience, worship is a vital part of what God has for us. It’s amazing that as we honor God, as we bring him our hearts and pour them out–He gives us so much more in return. As David said “I was glad when they said unto me, let us go into the house of the Lord.” There is joy, hope, peace, grace, and help.
Back to this morning, I was enjoying the sound of worship…do you ever do that during a service? Pause and listen to God’s people pour out their hearts, it’s like a crescendo of heavenly music that takes on a transcendent quality… Three quarters of the way through the worship service, there was a change in the voices–in the music. I can only describe it as African. This from a congregation that is, at the moment, consisting mainly of caucasian and hispanic descendants. It was totally awesome! I have to admit, I didn’t do much singing, I was busy laughing. I can’t shake the feeling that it was a miracle–because well, maybe I have some of that feeling that ‘white men can’t…sing’ like that. Lol. Isn’t God good!
Now I’m curious, do you have any stories to tell?
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