As I prepared for church today, I involved my mind and my heart in the quiet conversations of life.
I wanted to to seat strategically next to people who didn't know me(that tells you I probably did not attend my local assembly), I wanted to let lose, I wanted to appear before the mercy seat and plead for my life, I wanted to be alone in a world only I knew about, I wanted to tell Him how much I had missed communion with Him, I wanted to let Him know what He meant to me, I just wanted to be the redeemed me!!
I got to church 10 minutes into the service, found the worship leader into the first set of songs ( I guessed), but just when I had spotted the perfect seat, the Usher...oh the Usher!!, he gently pointed to a seat next to the aisle..
I adjusted and quickly refocused to what had now build up to a well of expectation!I wanted to take a journey to the Lord uninterrupted.
Sitting there I closed my eyes, zoned out to what was happening and begun walking, I had an urgency I needed to address, it was the craving of my heart longing to pour itself out, longing for an emptying and a fresh refill.
Well I did not quite analyse the worship leader's dress until I was done with this urgency. You see I realized, you're responsible to some extend for the atmosphere you experience in church, as much as the worship leader is, you too are you.
What sacrifice did you come carrying? What was the state of my heart when I walked in? What had I prepared to offer to the Lord? What script was in my heart? What was the overflow of my heart?
Sacrifices are a heart affair...
What you experienced in church was a good percentage of the environment you created before you got there. Take to the Lord a prepared heart..
I will prepare my oil,
To you I will pour it out,
The depths of my heart are true,
Her weights only You can handle,
Her rivers flow
Talk to me,
In a tongue I can understand,
Opening your wells to me,
Let me drink
This river flows
Waiting here,
In a world known to me,
Call me deeper,
I will come,
This river flows,
I am not afraid,
Of what the river brings,
Settling in her depths,
Let me find healing,
This river flows
(Terry Nzaumi)
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