Sacred

Not much is treated as sacred and holy these days. Not much that causes us to be silent and still. I think we need more of that. I had the privilege of being part of some things this week that others may have expected me to be celebrating with great exuberence. But to me they were too holy to react that way. They were sacred, personal, holy moments. Not to be shared with everyone and anyone, like you would many things that you’ve been eagerly anticipating. And all though these things were ‘Kingdom’ things, I did not want them marred with ‘Evangelical Christianese’ vocabulary. God is at work in his own way and I will not marr the uniqueness of it by putting labels on it. ‘Will I dance in your presence, or to my knees will I fall? Will I shout hallelujah, will I be able to speak at all?’ I am even more convinced that it will be the latter. We will fall to our knees in utter silence and only our tears will be able to convey the depth of joy in our hearts when we see Him face to face.

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