Every Sunday I take my place in front of our small, enthusiastic fellowship with a bubbling in my body. With a growing pretense for what is about to happen.
It’s near to impossible to try and put this feeling into words, so the best way to describe it is similar to when you shake an unopened bottle of carbonated soda, it rises and fizzles but stays contained. The effect of the created threatening pressure is visibly noticed. Then, with one slight twist of the bottle cap, everything is released you’re met with an explosion of overflowing foam.
As soon as the guitar plugs in and the keys start to tinkle, the contents of my heart excitedly fizzle to the brim. Next, the body comes to it’s feet, opens it’s mouth, and raises it’s hands. Bubbles push at the lid. Our anthem rings out, and all the prayers, Truth, and Presence that shook in me all morning long finally burst out of the built-up call to worship. A force that cannot be contained.
Jesus talks about it as a wind… “The wind blows wherever it pleases. You hear its sound, but you cannot tell where it comes from or where it is going. So it is with everyone born of the Spirit.” (John 3:8)
Worship is a reaction to this Wind that is already in me, stirring up praise, and breathing revelations.
When I worship, I surrender to divine strength as the Wind moves me into a mighty storm of grace, power, adoration, and awe. It swings me into the heavens. It softly whispers love, and it roars the glory of my King. It blows through the room leaving nothing untousled, consuming me as I am. It pushes against my muscles and forces me to my knees, and I am unable to withstand the glory into which I’ve been swept up.
I don’t know about you, but this, THIS get me excited to encounter His presence. Glory to God!