I entered worship this morning, by myself. It had been a while since that had happened, but in that moment I was keenly aware of the care and support of the local church in my life in Knoxville. I was, indeed by myself – but I was not alone.
During our two hour service at Cornerstone Church of Knoxville, the beginning 40-45 minutes each Sunday is devoted to worship. It is a beautiful display of how the Holy Spirit shines through each person in that time. This morning, Cornerstone was straight up rocking out. There’s no other way to put it.
A middle aged man, tall, broad shoulders, salt and pepper hair. Most likely played football in college. Dancing in the aisles with excitement, like he was 13 at a Miley Cyrus concert.
The young boy in front of me, complete with a blonde bowl cut, not a day older than 6. His right hand holding the left hand of his father. His free hand, raised with praise, clenching his fingers into a fist as his gazed turned upward and he sang with unbounded joy.
The couple in the back of the room, crying, holding each other, as if they were the only ones there. Bowing their heads between each song, merely to listen to the whispers of their Father.
I cherish these differences of expression, and the freedom our church gives to come as you are – God meets us in our place of desperation, and it is through his Grace and absolute forgiveness that we are wiped clean. This morning, as we sang about God’s holiness and the day of his return, it grew heavy on my heart the depth with which I need a Savior. We need a savior.
Praise God that we have a Savior in Christ Jesus.
In the twinkling of an eye
we will be changed.
We will meet you in the sky, Almighty.