I like to watch other people worship. Seeing people with arms in the air, tears streaming down their face, enthralled in utter praise stirs something inside of me. I can't quite put my finger on what it is, but it tugs at me somewhere.
I was at a praise and worship gathering at Aquinas tonight, and I was so taken by a few of the other attendees- one in particular. My gaze continually went back to her. As we sang, she held her hands high, her smiling radiating throughout the room. This girl felt something when she sang. She wasn't just standing in a small, musty chapel. She was standing in the presence of God. And her clear recognition of this made me realize it too.
I found myself a bit jealous of her. It was like everyone else just faded into the background. It was just her and God. It's not as if my singing was merely empty words. But I can't say I was consumed with God the way she was. I'd sure like to be though.
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