Last night I attended Gateway’s live recording concert. It was epic! All the names were there: Zach Neese (my personal hero), Kari Jobe (she brought the thunder), Walker Beach, David Moore, and other assorted badass worshipers of Christ laying it all down before the Father and leading us all into the Holy of Holies.
I went there, not only for the best worship music this side of the equator, but to see if I could touch God’s heart and maybe hear His voice. Surprisingly, God kept silent to me.
With all the incredible music flooding the building, it was hard to be disappointed, but I found occasion to get alone for a bit and voice my concern to God. I said, “Father, I am tired of trying to manufacture your presence in my life. I have faith in Your awesomeness, but I’ve seen so few miracles. From this point on, I’m done saying, ‘God is in the house’ unless you are really going to show up. So, from here on out, the ball is in Your court. You are either going to show up or You won’t. I’m done making excuses for the Creator of the universe.” And then, I felt as if a weight was lifted from my spirit.
Every encounter from this point on is going to be a fresh experience or no experience at all.
