Being.....A State of Life

I feel as though we have moved from the nursery into "big" church.
We didn't understand everything that went on.

We didn't even understand how we were to feel.

But we knew that something different was taking place around us and in us.

The songs were more different than anything we had heard before. They focused solely on the greatness of God, His word and his character.

The songs were played not with multiple chords and intricate arragngements......no.....they consisted mostly of one chord. Voices moving in and out of the words. voices that sang solo and sometimes touched each other to create a sound that struck our hearts in ways we had never known. God was there.

The songs were not bound by time limits or restrained by the musicians. Each song was allowed to build and become what it was suppose to. Each strum of the instruments and each beat of the drum was like a clock that measured the life of the song. These songs were heart motivated and not from the mind.

Last night as we gathered in that room to worship, a window was opened and we glimpsed into a new realm of praise. We were lead there to be amazed at the heart of God. Not in reference to us or what He has done for us, but in the pure majesty of God Himself.

Rick and Beckie Trussell came to offer to us worship that we had never experienced. For this I am grateful. We, as a people, need to be stretched beyond what our comfort level is. Pushed by the Spirit to see what is over the wall and then sing.

A lot happened during that time of worship last night that I do not have time or space to write about. Rick and Beckie have left and returned home. But the camp resonates with a new sound and identity. We worshipped.

God on you.......

mb