// July 29th, 2009 // 4 Comments » // Barahona, Faith, Life
From Sunday July 26:
For whatever reason I feel more at home at a little church in Barahona than I feel anywhere else in the world. God is more real to me there than anywhere else. I feel his presence. I get goose bumps. Tears form in my eyes. I tremble and feel the presence of the Holy Spirit move around me in a way that I don’t feel anywhere else. As I sit here and write this, I couldn’t even tell you what the name of the church is. I can guarantee you that they don’t have a sermon podcast. They don’t simulcast their service to multiple sites. You can’t watch their service live online.
Worship (they call it adoracion here) at this little church in Barahona is one of my favorite memories from my trip last November, maybe one of my favorite memories ever. I didn’t think I was going there this morning. I thought I was going to the same church I had gone the night before with mi hermana. Mi abuelo picked me up this morning and we went in a different direction than I expected. We pulled onto a familiar street and past a familiar park. “La iglesia de Julio”?” I asked him. “Si.” I smiled. I had been hoping…
I had forgotten how amazing an experience it had been for me in November. Maybe because it doesn’t completely make sense to me that at this little church in Barahona I feel so alive. My mind had toned it down to something I could comprehend and rationalize. I forgot how in a completely different language the worship moved me. I forgot how I connected with the band after the service and told them that when they play, “Puedo sentir la gloria y la presencia.” My toned down expectations were blown out the water this morning as I heard the familiar verse. “Tu eres mi respira.” From there I was overwhelmed…
In every nation, in every language, He is God and I will worship him.
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