strength in unity

On a whim and with the encouragement of my parents, I decided to attend a prayer meeting last night that was being held as part of the first ever Global Day of Worship (which is still happening by the way if you are interested).  I slipped into the back of a service that had already been going for 9 hours already and was instantly overwhelmed by the presence of God in that place.

There were horns being played, flags being waved, the speaking of tongues, prayers and declarations over Australia, the music of the harp and guitar mingled with the singing of praise and worship… and in the midst of it all, I spent the first 10 minutes with my head down in tears.  What struck me is that what I saw before me was possibly a glimpse of heaven, with the young and the old, all difference nationalities gathered together in one place, all with one heart, lifting their voices to their Creator.

I saw no one my age there but instead of feeling awkward or left out, I was humbled to be apart of that group of brothers and sisters.  It’s amazing how there was a sense of community even though I had never met these people before – this is what it means to be part of the Body of Christ.

The Church is uniting – there is strength in unity.  It was encouraging to see but almost a bit scary as well because it may mean that our generation could indeed be the one that sees how this story ends… but I was reminded that we should not fear but instead be alert, awaken from our slumber and preoccupation with temporary things to prepare the Church, the Bride of Christ for His return.

 Arise, shine, for your light has come,
and the glory of the LORD rises upon you.
See, darkness covers the earth
and thick darkness is over the peoples,
but the LORD rises upon you
and his glory appears over you.
Nations will come to your light,
and kings to the brightness of your dawn.
Isaiah 60: 1-3

♥ Ames


positives in the pain

  • At least it’s the weekend and I’m not missing class
  • At least my left foot is working fine
  • At least I have a loving father who cancelled his appointments to take me to the doctor :)
  • At least my hands are fine
  • At least I had the time to listen to a podcast that gave me the courage to take another step in the letting go process
  • At least I had a bed I could rest in
  • At least I’ve been reminded of the gift of health

The last point made me think of The Church and about how each Christian is a part of the body of Christ.  When one part of the body is hurt, the whole body suffers and can’t function properly.  We are all unique just as each part of the physical body is unique and has a special part to play.  We need to appreciate each other, know that we all have a different purpose and work together in harmony… just like each part of the body.

♥ Ames