What If?

What If?

What if when we gathered on Sunday mornings, we literally could not stand up because His presence was so thick in our midst?

What if we actually showed up on Sunday mornings expecting God to move among us?

What if we came with our own agenda in the trash, simply desperate for the presence of the Holy Spirit?

What if we came with the praise of God already on our lips?

What if we cared less about our being catered to, and more about ministering to the heart of God?

What if we were finally humbled by the overwhelming, steadfast love of the Father?

What if we shut our mouths and opened our hearts and ears?

What if we cared less about coffee and temperature, and more about being a living sacrifice?

What if we allowed the power of the Gospel to shape the way we view God, the way we view ourselves, and the way we view worship?

Just wondering.


It was the duty of the trumpeters and singers to make themselves heard in unison in praise and thanksgiving to the LORD, and when the song was raised with trumpets and cymbals and other musical instruments, in praise to the LORD,

“For he is good,
for his steadfast love endures forever,”

the house, the house of the LORD, was filled with a cloud,┬áso that the priests could not stand to minister because of the cloud, for the glory of the LORD filled the house of God. – 2 Chronicles 5:13-14