I wrote a short story. Read it please. Because this was my most emotional story yet. please tell me what you think?
the whisper of the wind caught up to me that night. I was bundled in everything but an Antarctic parka, yet I felt like ice in the inky water of a continent.
The others were drifters. I sat in my corner with the neon lights pointing in every angle, somehow always managing to sneek into my peripheral. Jay was present, as always. and Casey and her crowd led worship from a different side. My seat felt cold and hard, so I placed a single layer beneath me. A tempo as harmonic as I could think of sent a rhythmic facet to the Rock. Pastor Burnard ceased from his gangster side- as touched from God as I’ve ever noticed him. His voice was in the transit of a hundred needing teenagers, myself included. And the strings of the accoustic added to this unthinkable magic of the moment.
I watched the others follow orders up the stairs to the stage- the ones part of the team. The worship team. I closed my eyes to the echo of the microphone, the guitars, bass, and JJ"s drums. By this time, Pastor Burnard had retreated to the onset by the audio controls, and I scooted in where the others were in need of healing. I wanted part.
Now, im not selfish. But with EVERY lifeline in me, I hungered for him that night. I wouldnt take No for an answer.My hands were soon raised to the ceiling, making for an obstruction to my heavens. My voice was singing with them; not the post angelic. My lips mouthed the words of our praises. And it took me quite the second to even grasp the magic behind me.
There was a girl who had dropped to the floor and screamed her soul out. The image was undescribable. But you know what it felt like? Like she was forcing that enemy out of her system and she refused to stand up until he was OUT. Jesus was there. You know, my best friend? He was in the crowd too that night. While her frafile body wrenched in many angles- he was there. Cheering her on- in support- holding her shoulders- gripping her hand. He was in her too.
And man! Those screams carried across this rock!! They blended in with the worship but they surely made a mark of there own. I hunkered down for a second- a little reluctant. Hmm… better let Jesus take this one. I dont want to interrupt.
So I resumed- a little more stiffened. But with the other body against my side I loosened right up. I heard the voices desperate from all angles. "Take me to that place Lord, to that Secret place where I can be with you, you can make me like you." That was when my hands were back in the air. I felt a little faint- I rocked gently on the balls of my feet. But hey- what else are you gonna do when God is having this conversation with you? Thats what if felt like. And the sensation of a droplet was tactile against my cheek- racing slowly to a dead point at my chin. "Wrap me in your arms, wrap me in your arms, wrap me in your arms!"
I honestly dreaded the point where Jay motioned the end to the band. But that was ok. We were still gripped in the time lock.
And Kari’s arms wrapped around my neck and she smiled at my tears. "Im so proud of you!"
Ok, so I couldnt help but crack a laugh. It really is true that the people who I pray with and I trust at first glance are the ones that will fight along my side until my grave arrives. She was one of them. That night proved it.
Wow. I still felt the tingle in my upper chest. This transformed into my giddy hour. I was surrounded by a crowd seperated from passerby, departing from another service. Proud to Emerge. I was like- not even human at that moment. What was I? Was I just swept away because I always feel overwhelemed by this music my voice follows in its entirety? Was it because despite my past- I know I’ve gained another true friend?
But I knew that though these all pertained- I had an unexpected visitor come and meet me that night. The kind of visitor you always stress to show the best hospitality to. The kind that is so polite and tries to offer a hand in every step you take to make his stay the comfortable. And the kind that reminds you the real beauty of your existence. Whose that knocking on the stone crusted wall I had formed so long ago? How did he just break through it?
"Hello. My name is Jesus Christ. And im herem to save you."
