Curtis Johnson Poet Narrative

A Worship Experience

I have been convinced for several years now that the worship
team at our church prays and give themselves to God.
They thrive to be a tool in cohort with The Lord.  In so doing,
we are able to dine and feast together in our worship experience.

This morning, I said to myself, "Had I been there and seen Jesus in person,
I don't know if I could have contained myself". I considered the woman
at the well and the woman caught in adultery. I thought about the woman                                                  
who wiped his feet with her tears, and the man from whom were cast many                                          
demons.  

In a moment, I tried to put myself in their shoes as did I with the thief on                                             
the cross. No, the writers and reporters of the stories could not tell it all,     nor express all their emotions, but it is clear that surely, they were overwhelmed. In the spirit, I felt in the worship service what they must    have felt, and so much more, when they encountered The Christ face           to face. They experienced the person of his presence, and for several   glorious minutes, I bathed in the spirit of his presence. 

In my heart and mind, there was a brief 'casting of visions' of my Savior as I bowed and wept in the pew, taking in and consuming as much of him as I possibly could. This was public worship, albeit, never so private and personal. Words fall short of what I sensed and felt, but I wanted this morning's worship experience to be put in words. I wasn't even sure that I could put such moments in words, but these few words are my feeble attempt at sharing with you what my fellow parishioners must have also experienced. I totally realized that indeed, God is everywhere present, and regarding this morning in our Church's Sanctuary, these words  best describe what I felt and heard.                                                             

There was nothing canned, frozen, or preserved about what I feasted on this morning. I tell you, it was as renewing as the rising sun, and as fresh as the morning dew. I felt it my obligation to pass this my worship experience on to you.                    

"... As for us, we cannot help speaking about what we have seen and heard.” Acts 4:20.

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