I found it amazing. I’m hesitant to use “amazing”. I read somewhere the annoyance of the word’s overuse.
But amazing it was and as I think of it now, still is.
Four people gather to pray and worship with music.
Four distinctively different approaches. Women of different ages, different churches, different journeys, different hopes thwarted, different ideas about some things.
No comparison between us, contrast was not our motive.
Together, all ended separate prayers in the name of Jesus.
Reverence, a unique response to each of us. At first, I squirm in my seat wondering if my worship should be more like hers.
Then I listen. I notice the difference, the difference in me.
Reluctant to gather because I’ve found comfort as an introvert lately, but, joined the others telling myself, listen and be willing.
Four people gathered to offer up prayer, listen to songs about the goodness and certainty of God.
Turns were taken, hands extended and raised, heads bowed, hands folded, common ground was shifted until we all were different
and yet sweetly and spiritually the same.
Responsive, no longer reluctant.
We gathered and the air shifted. Burdens were made lighter, shallow breaths became steady, even and deeper.
Together in a room with the Spirit of God.
I think of the differences now, no criticism or condemnation over preference of place or practice.
Four people gathered and God was with us.
“For where two or three are gathered in my name, there am I among them.”
Matthew 18:20 ESV
Welcomed in because of Jesus.