Sunday, April 15, 2007

Dearest God,

A new day. Sunshine! God laboring to give us Spring.

Sunday is such a day of praise for me. The weaknesses of my week give way to the power of God and I realize that no day is a truly black day, even when it feels like it is. I give myself, my sin and failures to you as I enter your church. I feel the blackness washing away into the light.

The music delighted my soul. I swayed as we sang, recognizing that the music I had selected was not "stand still" music. I wish I had been in the African Church; we would have moved into the aisles and chancel, dancing to the Spirit. And the joy, well, it would have filled the sanctuary to overflowing. So I had to rely on my movement to be an indication of my joy in the light.

Not only was my personal moving a symbol of God's presence, but also what was happening in the church was another sign. Thirty one children signing up for a new Sunday morning program. The aroma of thoughtfully prepared food for missions wafting in the air. A newly renovated chancel allowing the melodious sound of the piano to lift its praise high. A member weeping with joy because this was her first day without pain in her knees. Women excited to leave on retreat this week. Happy people greeting one another. Ah yes, God the Light was present.

The light danced today.
Laughter,
singing,
praying,
hugging,
praising,
glorifying,
celebrating
God.

Always, Andrea