“I’ll stand with hands high and heart abandoned.” Hillsong United

True confessions. I sat in my pew having trouble focusing. The message was good stuff- trusting in God’s promises – but I was drifting all over the place. I checked the time, wondered about lunch and poked my son. My wife made me stop.

Communion was sweet. I liked the opportunity to respond by walking to a table in the front. But the talking part? I checked in and out. It was one of those days.

Then, at the very end, the worship team sang. As I sang, I felt the Holy Spirit welling up with praise. Non-charismatic me worked hard to only lift my hands in my heart but I couldn’t do it. My hands worked their way to the top of my reach and my heart was offered in abandon.

Sweet worship. Abandon. Recklessly reaching for God. A communion of hearts.

I know it ministered to God’s heart. And that reality made me feel complete. This was why I was created.

The chorus has stuck with me all day … hands high and heart abandoned.

I’m glad I was with God’s family this morning. I’m glad a group of college kids has not buried its talent. God used them big in my heart today. They opened the door and invited me to worship.

When individuals come together intent on edifying others, the church is an unstoppable thing.

Thanks Scotty, Bryan, Rachel, Josh and Michael. You made a difference in me.