Monday, December 31, 2012

When His Kingdom Comes...

There have been moments in my life when I have felt "his kingdom come" in a setting of worship...frozen capsules of time when I had the distinct feeling of "I need to remember this...I think this may be a glimpse of what Heaven will be".  One was a couple of years ago at the Dwelling Place during youth worship which you can read about here.  Another was yesterday morning in worship.

It was a morning not unlike others spent with other believers worshipping.  We were singing "Here I am to worship, here I am to bow down...".  I might have had my hands raised in worship, and I remember thinking how grateful I felt just to be in his presence, just to be welcome there.  Isaac and I were sitting in the balcony and I looked down in front of us to the area reserved for worshippers arriving in wheelchairs.

There she was...she opened up Heaven for me in that instant.  She had her hair in a single braid like that of a little girl, but she looked to be in her 30s maybe.  Her movements were jerky, so much so that she had to have help to move her water bottle to her bag.  Everything she did seemed to take such effort while I make the same movements without even thinking.  Although it looked to be difficult for her, she had her hand up in the air, raised to her Lord, as we all sang, "I'll never know how much it cost, to see my sin upon that cross...Here I am to worship, here I am to bow down, here I am to say that you're my God".  Yes, he is, my sweet sweet sister...he is YOUR God.  He is my God.  He is OUR God, and we will worship him together healed and whole one day.

My gaze lifted to the rows in front of her.  I noticed a completely white-headed gentleman with both arms raised to the Heavens belting out, "You're altogether lovely, altogether worthy, altogether wonderful to me...".

A little bit to the left and in front of us stood a 30-something man just weeping and covering his eyes with his hands.  As we again sang, "I'll never know how much it cost to see my sin upon that cross", he boldly raised his hands high as the tears still rolled down his cheeks.

Isaac was beside me, our sweet 11 year old who knows his Lord and loves him deeply, singing his heart out and causing me to pause with wonder at this man-child beside me...when did it happen?

I have no idea what it will be like when we are finally where we belong, praising the King with all that we are, but I sure did feel like I got a glimpse of it yesterday morning.  I am grateful, so grateful, to be part of this Body, this family, this Kingdom.

1 comment:

Kathy said...

AWESOME! And I mean that in the original way, not the current slang way. Truly, awesome.