So earlier this year I discovered (finally) that God is working on me to tear down walls that keep me from fully encountering His presence. It’s not a good feeling to be open and vulnerable, so I developed some pretty strong layers to keep my emotions at bay during worship. I wanted to grow in head knowledge, but leave my heart alone. It’s complicated.
Thus when I get touched during worship, quiet streams of tears roll down my face and I have tried to what my dad used to say “dry it up!” It’s kind of embarrassing. Like crying at a McDonald’s commercial……Get a grip!
But tears are one way God has been trying to open me up and embrace the feelings of releasing stress and handing over my burdens. Once I accept the emotions, then I can begin to FEEL what my brain knows about a loving, caring, God of grace. And I can worship God with freedom and a desire to let Him see my gratefulness and awe for Him. It’s a beautiful thing that I still haven’t fully grasped….but I’m getting there.
Then there is growth in prayer. Lord, have mercy. The freedom to rant and ramble and praise and beg to a merciful God is an overwhelming experience of merging the mind and the soul in a glorified voice. I know this and felt this all at once with my brothers and sisters in Christ at a healing service.
There is power in prayer. There is a celebration with fireworks when God’s people call upon Him to heal, restore and give hope. There is comfort even in the middle of God’s mysterious ways in knowing that all things work for good for those who are called according to His purpose. There is hope. And hope does not disappoint because God’s love has been poured into our hearts through the power of the Holy Spirit.
In the healing service I attended there was music….like a free form hymn-sing led by a pastor who belted out praise songs and lifted us all up to offer thanksgiving and honor to God. There was piano music that set an environment of hearing and feeling the power and presence of Jesus himself. There was the word of God presented with new light that brings new meaning to words heard many times before. There was communion offered for each and every soul to know that God sacrificed His son for each one of us. There was forgiveness, remembrance, and renewal. There was and is power in the blood.
There was anointing with oil, the laying on of hands, and a community lifting up both simple and heavy burdens, speaking words of peace, acceptance, forgiveness, love and hope. There was physical transformation as the prayers were lifted up with no boundaries of time or place or judgement or doubts.
We worship a mighty God who delights in our offering of time, and respect and honor and trust. If you have barriers keeping you from encountering God with all that you have, pray that God will continue His work in you. He never gives up. He never lets go.
All honor, glory and praise be to God our Father in heaven. Amen