went to church in zapote (not far from san jose) last night and this am. last night as i was praying someone came up and prayed over me. a while later someone else did. that in itself would have made me cry if i wasn't already.
it's a huge church, about 3,000 people, the services are in espanol (could you have guessed) so i don't understand everything. i have needed to go. i need to worship and have missed going up to the garden in amparo.
several speakers in this church speak in tongues. it's an involuntary thing. their speech flows and they switch from spanish to tongues as fluidly as a dolphin glides through water.
sometimes i am on a bus, other times walking down the street, other times maybe in a restaurante or some other place and i get choked. i think of how much i love God and i'm filled with such joy it brings tears to my eyes. i have to tell Him (like He doesn't know) that i'm in a public place and don't want to cry so i have to choke back my feelings. as i am thanking God for His love, His presence in my life, i am filled with the joy of loving Him and i become a mush.
for as much as i can say i don't care what people think of me, that i live for an audience of One, why do i tell Him i will talk to Him later when i turn to mush in a public place? if i really did live for an audience of One would i care that i might look stupid?
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