A Moment of Perfection

Over the holidays I had the opportunity to visit other churches. On one such occasion the pastors from many churches were giving one Community Service. These are my favorite worship services; several Christian denominations gathering to praise Him as one body and one church while setting aside diverse church doctrines.

When visiting a church, I usually try to set near the front, so as not to take someone’s “regular” pew. As I settled into place, a few of our own church members sat on one side of me. On the other side a friend and her husband took their places. First of all, let me explain that my husband pastors a small, country church. If we have forty people on a Sunday we are overjoyed and when we have had as many as seventy five, we have had to arrange more seating. That said, the church where I was now seated was newer and huge. As the first hymn began to play, I scrambled for my hymnal, when I noticed others were looking straight ahead while the introduction played. A gentle nudge told me to look up and I saw the words we were about to sing projected on a screen in front of us. (Mentally I am telling myself, “You have got to get out more!”)

I sing with a small group at our church. I don’t sing all that well or all that loud, but I believe that God hears me in perfection. (When I mentioned that to one of my children they once said, “Just keep telling yourself that, Mom.”) As the words to the song began, the acquaintance to my left sang in a rich and beautiful vibrato. For a minute I listened in awe and then I stood straighter, I stared at the screen and I sang loud and clear. I was sure in my vivid imagination that we made quite the duet. I could mentally see the Jesus of stained glass windows smile and the sheep at His side bow. If only my children could see me now.

The song ended and the magical church service ended and we were free to go and enjoy our holiday. On the way home, I wondered did I actually sing better because of being next to my friend? Back down to reality, I doubted it. Yet, it did make me try harder. It made me stand straighter and sing proudly. It made me believe.

My walk with God is like that. When I see a sunset or a sunrise, I might think of God in the same way as I saw my friend. But in my heart, I know that He is always there. His music is all around me. He asks me to stand tall and sing with him daily. He wants His strong, vivid voice to shake the windows of my soul daily in all that I do. He wants to be heard above all else.

I am reminded of Psalm 108:1 when David cannot contain his praise for God. His heart is so full that his love and praise cannot be contained. “My heart is steadfast, O God; I will sing and make music with all my soul.”

A flurry of snow swept around our car while we were on our way home that night, my eyes glistened with tears of happiness and wellbeing; I was so thankful for God’s son Jesus and I felt at peace; my heart was steadfast and unwavering with my love for God. For a moment I captured something deep in my soul; for a moment I had felt God’s perfection.