During World War 2, when London was being destroyed by the blitz bombings from Germany, William Temple, who served as Archbishop of Canterbury wrote the following about worship:

“To worship is to quicken the conscience by the holiness of God, to feed the mind with the truth of God, to purge the imagination by the beauty of God, to open the heart to the love of God, to devote the will to the purpose of God. “

It is a beautiful day. One of those days where it feels good to be alive – in reality, I’m feeling better than I have in many months – and maybe years?  The air is deliciously warm and fresh, with a slight breeze moving the flowers.  I am surprised by the pleasant scents

I look around me and realize I am part of a huge crowd of people.  It must be thousands?

But there are no crying babies, and fussing children.  In fact, the children I see scattered are all contentedly sitting on the grass, playing quietly with each other.  I smile as I look at them. The word “contented” emanates from the scene, even from me.

All the loose ends in my mind no longer create knots of hidden restlessness along with my sense of inadequacy. I am at peace!

I again look up at the soft blues in the sky with its depths of color I’m unaccustomed to see, and they tug at me.

As I look around at this scene, I am amazed.  We are on a sloping plane of freshly cut grass. The thousands of people I see are in a natural amphitheater. Some activity is going on up on the stage (it is HUGE!)

Someone from the front of the crowd starts a snatch of a song. The melody is caught up by those close by, and it spreads throughout that mass of people!  I have goosebumps and tears run down my cheeks.  The melody weaves a tapestry of sound: I can hear all of the parts being sung by this immense crowd of people, the instruments on the stage blend in with the voices.  I’ve sung in choirs and played in orchestras – but I’ve never heard anything like this! In fact, there are instruments I’ve never seen.

I remember the first time I sang an unknown melody led by the Holy Spirit, sitting with a small group of friends on the floor.  It was unbelievably beautiful as our voices blended in praise to God.  But now?  Thousands and thousands of voices weaving in and out.  No disharmony.  We are all singing praises to our God and Lord, and the Holy Spirit is directing all of us!

Oh Lord!  I never imagined that I would be part of this rush of beauty and joy as I sing to my Lord.  And He is here!  His presence penetrates our souls, spirits and bodies.

I have no words, Lord, to express my overbearing gratitude. 

I am here, with my loved ones and YOU. 

I am here!

– Voni

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