Sometimes you just know it. On Sunday morning, I knew it.
God was in the house.
I know he’s always in his children. And wherever his children go, there goes God.
But our awareness of his presence can vary from day to day.
On this day, we were made aware. And we were moved.
I grew up being still during singing with the church. The only motion we made was flipping through the hymnal. Maybe stand up and sit down as directed. That was it. And that was fine. Still is fine now.
But also fine is letting the body participate.
When the church body was singing this yesterday,
See His glory
Feels like heaven on earth
I looked over the audience and saw this:
- faces smiling
- bodies swaying
- arms lifting
And when we moved to the next song,
Jesus awesome in power forever
Awesome and great is Your name
I felt chill bumps.
Because God was in the house.
In multiple bodies.
Including my own.
When God is in the house, how can a body contain him?
- Our mouths spoke with Pastor Mark, thanking God in advance for the works he’s going to do.
- Our hands opened to receive the blessing of encouragement prayed over us.
- And our hearts overflowed with gratitude for who God is and what he’s already done.
If God lives in the body, the body can’t help but move.
So go with it. Use it.
Let the body worship.
That’s what he made it to do.
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In what ways do you use your body to worship?
(Does washing dishes count? Certainly! Just ask Brother Lawrence.)
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