Sunday, October 31, 2010

My dearest God,

As we remained in the hallway waiting for the worship service to start, I heard the prelude begin and I was drawn to step inside to listen. As I stood in the back, I closed my eyes so heaven could open. As the music continued I saw the angels and saints in white robes gathering together around the throne. Everyone was in step all desirous of praise and thanksgiving. In my mind's eye seeing heaven's activities unfold brought joy to my soul and glory to you, my Lord.

On one hand the moment was an out-of-this-world experience; yet, it was also grounded and rooted in your beloved church of which I am a part. I loved joining in, feeling a part, and sharing in the glorious adoration of heaven's own. Like a fluttering butterfly, my spirit soared.

Does everyone experience the same thing? Do they too enter through a sacred hole peering at divinity's own children singing eternity's song? Do they feel deeply the agape love of a savior?

I know there is more to church than participating in a worship service. I know your spirit is present to urge, challenge, disciple, speak, and love. I know faith is born there, grows there, and sometimes explodes there. I know everything that happens is intended to create openings into the divine.

As I worship I have the sense that my own spirit is being moved, changing moment by moment, to be in tune with whatever happens in the heavenlies. I believe that your own son appears in ways invisible to the naked eye but oh, so present in the spirit.

Glorious God,
on Sunday mornings
my heart beats
in rhythm
with yours.
Somehow in
mystical ways,
I join
the others
in celebrating
the joyous event
of worship.
I do not understand
all that happens;
I just know
you are present
on earth
and in heaven.
Guide my soul,
I pray,
dear God,
to move swiftly
at your call
to worship.
All glory belongs
to you.

Love, Andrea