Please forgive the ramblings. I was so powerfully touched in church this morning that I needed to share it.
To the young man in front of me:
I’ve seen you in church before. I’ve heard you talking to others and I can tell by your accent – you’re not from this part of the world. You come from a different nation, a different culture. I’ve seen you clapping out of time with the music and your awkward movements as you praise God. You seem to have no rhythm at all.
But I weep as I watch you worship God with all your heart, with abandon, without a care as to how you might look to anyone else. Young man, have you learned the secret: that you need only concern yourself with pleasing One? Your face aglow with the love of Jesus tells me that maybe you have…