I went to a worship and prayer service last night called God of the City. Outside on a a beautiful spring evening. (Which by the way was no small thing, given the weather report at 8am that same morning.)
I'm grateful I went.
A call to worship - A think it was a Ram's Horn. Chills when down my back... not hard to pictures being in a desert encampment and being gathered together with this sound! It's a courageous sound. Humbling. Reverent. To powerful to be ignored. Does not belong inside a building.
The Drummers - pounding, pounding, pounding in unison - smiling from ear to ear! Incredible. A vision of unity.
Worship leaders - beautiful skin colors, dancing with joy, playing instruments with passion and joy! Leading others into the presence of God.
Participants - permission to be passionate, arms raised, heads bowed down. Brave. Praying... Repentant... Hopeful... Exhausted by lukewarmness... Ready for the church to be different.
Lyrics - Words straight from scripture set to music that reflects the mood and power of the words. Closest thing to heaven for me.
Remembering God... so much to remember!
Veronica, thanks for inviting me!