Monday, June 29, 2015

I have a staring problem.



Stare- look fixedly or vacantly at someone or something with one's eyes wide open.

There is a lady at church and I can't help but stare at her. Our sanctuary holds 5000 people. We sit in the back. (Mainly because it takes us two years to drop our kids off in their classes.) She sits on the exact opposite end of the sanctuary from us. There are 1000 people in between us and she stands out. 

I can hear her worship above everyone. She is louder than the choir. Her love for Jesus is evident in her face. When she sings she glows. I can't take my eyes off of her. 

Jonathan always catches me when I stare... "Mary, what are you looking at?" "I'm watching this lady sing." "Why?" "Because I want to love Jesus the way she does, I want people to see it across my face. I want to be able to not say a single word and people say, "Girlfriend loves Jesus." 

To which Jonathan replies, "I don't think you are suppose to stare and deaf people. It's kind of rude, babe." 

I can't help it. She loves Jesus and I can see it on her face and in every hand sign. I can see her love for Jesus over all the loud voices. Yesterday, we sang Amazing Grace and I almost cried watching her.  It was too beautiful not to stare. 

This is how we are suppose to worship. We are the hands and feet of Jesus on earth: May our actions speak louder than our voices and may we stand out because of Him. 



God is bigger than this and Jesus can fix-it. 


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