I have been going to church since I was in my mother’s womb. I have sat in worship services around the world, and have even led several times. This morning, I was wrecked by the intimacy and power of God.
My role at our church on Sunday mornings is to create an experience where people can readily experience the presence of God. If you go to church, you’re already laughing. As if I could ever do anything that would cause or stop God from showing up on a Sunday morning.
This morning, as we were singing as a congregation, I looked around the room and I couldn’t continue to sing. A lump formed in my throat and my eyes welled with tears. What I saw was not a room full of masked people, but instead a room full of people eagerly worshipping our Savior. (Yes, we are all wearing masks and socially distancing too.)
I watched women who are walking through the anniversary of their husband’s death completely surrendered to God in worship, I watched men lean into the presence of God in desperation for Him, I watched the tears flow down the faces of many others and what truly broke me, was watching my mom, in excruciating pain due to a torn rotator cuff, push through the injury to raise her hands in admiration of our Heavenly Father.
Gosh it is so easy to find every reason not to worship. It is so easy to find every excuse to be angry at God. It is so easy to walk away from Him altogether. AND it is SO difficult to fully surrender.
So how do we get to that point? We truly experience the wonder of God.
Church isn’t enough. Christian radio isn’t enough. Emotion isn’t enough.
Dedicated, daily, hourly, moment-by-moment intention is required.
It is difficult, but boy, is it worth it when you get to experience the wonder.