Last week I was standing in the pew at church singing (at least that’s I call it) along with the worship leader. As I watched him become one with the music, I was overwhelmed with how he lost all sense of us. He was no longer leading us in worship. He was worshipping His God. It was a moving visual for me. And resulted in me writing this.
I sing the songs in the pew,
And they move me.
But how far?
I see the man on the sign on the corner,
And he moves me.
But when?
I talked to the woman in the wheelchair,
And she moves me.
But how deep?
I watch the destruction on the television,
And it moves me.
But where?
I sense Him all around me,
And I stand still.
But why?
My life is about what I do with the experiences that God blesses me with. How do they move me? There are no random experiences.