Several times when people have prayed over me, they tell me God wants to give to me, not because He has to or because I need it, but just because He wants to. He gets a kick out of giving good gifts to His kids. I’d receive that gladly, but I never knew what that meant, what it could look like. This week, I got just a taste of it. Continue reading…

In the Mott Auditorium, there was a large space in front of the stage before the seating started. As we were worshiping, people moved in to fill that space. Usually, I don’t like seeing people rush the stage during a worship set. It feels like a concert. And they weren’t just standing…some people were waving flags and dancing. When I’m pushed that far beyond my comfort zone, a part of me wants them to stop, even though I know I shouldn’t impose my issues on them. Not this time.

The scene reminded me of a picture I received about a week previous of throngs of people moving forward and waving flags and banners to lead the way and to proclaim who they belonged to. It was a very Narnia/Braveheart kind of feeling of going into battle and expecting victory. The Lord spoke within me to let me know that while I didn’t have to express my worship that way, He was really enjoying it. It was unadulterated adoration of our King and an anticipation of something great to come. It was a time of celebration, and instead of standing before the worship team, the musicians (worship team) were actually joining the flags and the dancers and everyone else as we collectively encircled the throne of God to express our praise in a variety of ways to honor a God worthy of more than just one expression.

I’d been in Japan for the first 4 months of my one-year term. A summer team from my home church came for about a month. We were in the sanctuary of one of our partner churches for a youth ministry event…nothing major, just a small group of about 10 Japanese high schoolers, college students, and young adults for a few days of teaching, leadership development, and general goofing off. During one of our worship sessions, we sang “Shout to the Lord”, and each person sang in their heart language. It dawned on me that we could worship the same God with the same song at the same time in our own way, and He could receive it all. Language and culture are no barrier in worship. I wonder if Heaven will be like that?

I can’t remember how many people the room seated (it was definitely in the thousands) or how many countries were represented. We were all singing the same song — I think it was “There Is a Louder Shout to Come” — and realizing, “this might be what Heaven will be like.” I know not every nation, tribe, and tongue was represented, but there were more in that space than I’d ever been exposed to at one time. There were probably some people there who were more concerned about catching their flight home and some who just weren’t in to it, but at least from where I was standing, it seemed like everyone was joined together in unison not for a cause but for a Person. So cool to experience just a taste of what we were singing about.