To say that I was moved by this past Sunday’s worship at Crosspoint would be trivial.

My son was dedicated.
We sang songs.
The teaching hit home.
People responded out of need.
It was a good day.

Problem comes, I get moved by worship.  Period.  Music & Art to be specific.  For as long as I can remember, the arts have been an important part of my spiritual development.  In fact, I probably focus on them too much leaving the other parts of my faith out.  It’s a constant battle.

So, on any given Sunday, for me to walk off the stage and be greeted by people negatively debriefing the morning can be rather destructive to my soul.  These are the afternoons that I get home and have less patience with my family.  These are the days when I just want to come home and sleep.  These are the times that make me question why I do what I do.  I’m very fortunate that this isn’t a common occurrence.  Meaning 1 of 2 things: 1. There aren’t that many times when people dislike it or 2. I put on the “I don’t really give a damn what you think” face and people just don’t say anything.  Hopefully, it’s the former…

But then there are days like this past Sunday, 06.14.09.  Moments when it all syncs up.  Where you feel more than emotion, more than energy … but, that changing Spirit of Healing, the moving of GOD.

It was different both hours, at least for me.

First service held a kind of calm healing for me, for us, that we were never sure we would experience.  When Curt (our lead pastor) reached over and took Isaac from Angie’s arms to hold and pray for him … it’s almost like I heard GOD say, “I told you I wouldn’t let you down.”

Second service hit a response moment when you could almost feel the room shake.  The teaching was about how our emotional state affects our spiritual lives and where & who we are now is based on the emotional states of earlier in our lives.  Curt focused heavily on “the Blessing” that we recieve from our parents… those words of affirmation and love that we need spoken into us, how 8-10 touches from meaningful people in our lives makes us whole, how when Jacob stole Esau’s blessing it was deeper than a material wound… it was his emotional state.

It was offered to people that needed to hear those words of affirmation to come forward to a table and have them spoken into your lives from scripture.  We’re also a tangible people, so a smooth stone was given to each person as a reminder similar to Simon’s name being changed to Peter (the rock) in Jesus’ affimation of him.  Both hours, people poured to the table.  But, something was different second hour.

As we sang, “How He Loves” the emotion and rocks were handed out, surrender filled the auditorium.  I’ve not seen our tribe as expressive in worship (beyond clapping along with the beat).  We rarely have people raising hands and crying out during songs.  But, those happened.  Something moved in us on Sunday and I don’t want us to forget it.

I once read that “the only measuring tool to measure ‘worship’ on Sunday mornings is the level of surrender in your heart.  Not experience & feeling.”

Levels were high for Crosspoint on Sunday.
Thank you for allowing me to worship with you.
It’s my honor to be a part of it.

FINISH THIS STATEMENT FOR ME:
I KNOW WORSHIP HAS MEANT SOMETHING TO ME WHEN:______________________________.

PJT//