Suppose you were to sit back and recall your most meaningful worship experiences. Where would it be? With whom would it be? How did it come and under what circumstances did it arrive. Understand, I’m not talking about your average experience here. I’m thinking a way out there God moment. A Holy ambush that left you weak in the knees and stuttering for words. Speechless. Confounded. Beautifully torn to pieces.
When was that for you? How was it for you?
A holy visitation is not something we soon forget, nor is it something we want to see slip away. Rarely does it come at predictable contrived moments and rarely does it come in groups. When we’re awash in a God moment, it rarely precedes our emotions, but instead leaves our emotions running to catch up…like a spirit-filled tsunami. It’s a heart racing wide eyed stoppage of the time continuum when Yahweh taps you on the shoulder.
Once the tide has subsided and you begin to collect yourself…a new supernatural peace transforms everything. You just know everything will be OK. True worship brings true peace. It’s a type of peace the word “peace” doesn’t adequately define or describe. Calm, cool and collected. Tranquillity Base – the eagle has landed!
Jesus told us it was coming: “Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you. Not as the world gives do I give to you.” (John 14:27)
This past week I had a chance to do something I love…go snorkeling in the Cayman Islands. It’s a dastardly deed…that must be done. As I was enjoying my last dive off a reef – a little school of fish called Sergeant Major were checking me out. Beautiful and colorful reef fish, I swam on, my attention diverted to other fish and sights below. After a period of time I began to notice one little Sergeant Major swimming with me. And my little new found friend did so for the entire snorkel. He never left my side. Although I couldn’t always see him…he was there all the same. All the way to the end.
Then BOOM…it happened. My heart began to race and God caught me off guard. That crazy little fish…became an instrument of God’s glory – and left me breathless, thankful and teary eyed.
And in that moment, He reminded me of something I had forgotten:
“And behold I am with you ALWAYS, even to the end of the age”.
The peace of God is a piece of Jesus. Worship refines our sight and senses to the spiritual and re-tunes our heaven bound spirit. Then, a glimpse over our shoulder leaves us astounded to see Jesus right there…to the very end.
He is always with us. We have never been nor will we ever be…alone!