I remember back when I first stopped drinking, and my friend took me to church. I was still feeling sick and shaky inside from awful withdrawals, but my friend wouldn't take no for an answer. He dragged me to church practically kicking and screaming.
Everybody got up, they had a live band, and they just cut loose! The songs are such that you don't need a book or sheet music to sing along, the lyrics sort of repeat themselves. The music was beautiful! The sound was beautiful! The air was dense with His presence.
I cried! Oh, I cried! Because after all that I had done while drinking, I felt Jesus being close to me. It was deep and comforting, and I felt so ashamed that I had forgotten what my King was all about...but He was welcoming me back with open arms and telling me that I was forgiven.
The tears were hot and refreshing. Liquid poison seeping out of my eyes, renewing my spirit and making room for the holy spirit. I remember looking out at all those hands in the air, seeing other people crying and rejoicing, and thinking: He's doing the same thing for them. I'm one of them. We're worshipping Him.
Let it out, Kitty...let it out! Yes! Amen!
02-28-2008, 02:55 PM
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