I look around. Bodies cover the church floor. Weeping,
wailing, screams of freedom, shouts of joy! No judgment, no time frames… just
broken people coming before a loving God- just as they are. No masks, no
materialism to cover up their insecurities, just dirty feet and hands lifted
high, exalting Him, the God who is always good.
Good through poverty.
Good through death.
Good through war.
Good through persecution and suffering.
Good through physical and sexual abuse.
Always good, always available.
While looking around the room I realise that in this church
something is different. The people come to church expecting to receive from
God, to hear from him, to see him move. They come to church with their hearts
set on God and no one else.
A perfect example of this is the young girl beside me. She
is hiding behind a plastic chair in the corner, crying out to God from her
secret place.
I think to myself… What would our churches look like if we
too would push aside our fears of judgement and enter into that vulnerable,
secret place which God has prepared for each of us to enter into and taste of
his love and goodness.
This is our challenge-
To go to church EXPECTING God to move,
To push aside our fears,
To take off our masks…
And enter into his secret place for us!