The tears began with the Revelation Song. I knew it within the first few notes, long before words appeared on the screen.
A longing stirred and like the living water it is, it rushed to fill every unseen crevice as it gushed through my spirit. Flooding its way into my burning heart, tearing through the forming lump in my throat, it finally flowed from my eyes and ran silently down my cheeks. Ah the moving of the Holy Spirit. How it burns and soothes all at once.
They finally subsided with O Come, O Come Emmanuel. Never in my 38 years of life have I sung or heard such a beautiful rendition of my favorite Christmas Hymn. Oh how music moves me! Even in a room full of relative strangers I was so moved I wept. Maybe you had to be there. Maybe you have been.
I’ve had several days I really missed “leading worship” in an official capacity, so on days like this I’m grateful for the reminder that I am still leading, and still being led. Whether on a stage, standing in a pew, surrounded by students in a classroom, sharing hot cider with a street friend, or tucking my children into bed, I am always leading and always being led. My life is worship. How I live it, how I love, how I stand in God’s grace and mercy. It’s all me bowing before Him and can’t be confined to a certain space or a few hours on a Sunday morning.
That’s why I cried in church today. God moved in me and reminded me who I am; I’m a worship leader in the truest sense of the word.
What was the last thing that made you weep in church? How is God speaking to you today? Do you know who you are?
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Awesome post, my friend. Music moves me in a similar way… as does the Holy Spirit…
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As I read you post all I could think of was how many times in the last few years that tears rolled down my cheeks as I was worshiping. Nearly every Saturday night before Jonathan got sick in Florida, I cried during worship. Sometimes from being overwhelmed with gratitude, but mostly from deep grief. Either way, I desperately need a touch from God. This Saturday was the first time, I could have gone to church, but we were busy finishing up some shopping and Chuck was up to finishing, so I finished. Today, I yearned for that time with God.
Your post gave me just one more reason why we go to church.
love you, Niki.
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I cried yesterday in Church too! The worship really moved me, and that’s unusual these days. My achilles heel was Come Thou Fount. I love that hymn! “Prone to wander ever from Thee; prone to leave the God I love. Take my heart, o take and seal it, seal it for Thy courts above!” My cry!
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Niki, I continue to be so impressed with your strong faith. I wish we lived closer together so we could hang out. I have a feeling you would be a good influence on me. 🙂
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I love it when God moves like this. Thanks for sharing.
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Yesterday I cried after our closing song, Days of Elijah. This of course alarmed my husband who then asked, “What’s up? What’s wrong?” And I couldn’t put it into words – that nothing was ‘wrong’ so much as that moment was perfectly right.
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I find that tears come to my eyes much more often than they used to in church. It seems that my heart is getting softer, or maybe God is just hitting me harder. Whatever the reason, it is good.
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