Reach

I was a HUGE S Club 7 fan growing up. For those who don’t know, the band was comprised of four girls and three guys that sang together. They were HUGE around the world, but failed to gain a significant following in America…which was sad. Anyways, they had their own show on ABC Family. Woo. They had a song that talked about reaching for the stars.  It was cheesy. But I loved it. Secretly, I wanted to find two other guys and four girls in my grade that would become the next generation of S Club. but it never happened. Sad day, huh? Anyways, that’s a little look into my history of wanting to perform. It truly has nothing to do with this blog. Or maybe it might. Give it a moment and we’ll see….

We had another incredible Gathering this past weekend. Of course, and I think I have said this before on here, I have never left a Gathering saying, “Man. That was horrible and/or average.” He just comes, which in itself is an amazing thing. It reminds of of David saying, “What is man that Thou art mindful of him…” in Psalm 8. He really does care about us, and wants to be found by us…which is the purpose of this blog.

On Friday, a couple of hours before the first service, I got on Facebook to catch everything up. I saw that I received a message from my amazing Grandmother. She was talking about seeing the team dance on TV and how far the Lord had brought me. It was all very encouraging. She also reminded me of some things that happened when I was a child. You see, I wasn’t raised in a “Christian” environment like most southern people. We didn’t go to church, didn’t really associate with “saved people, etc. When I was ten, however, my mom got rocked by the Lord, radically saved, delivered, filled with the Holy Ghost. All of it. It was amazing. I can still remember. Anyways, we would go to church, and all the people would be dancing and lifting their hands. She reminded me of asking question after question about the expressions of worship.

Here’s the kicker. I can remember thinking, “These people are worshiping Jesus. They must have their hands raised so they can touch Him.” So, I would go into worship on Sunday mornings reaching as hard as I could to touch Him. I wanted to worship and touch God. It was such an awesome thought to be reminded of going into the Gathering. I kept saying it over and over in each service, “I just want to worship and touch You!” It all synced together with a verse I had been reading all this week. In 1 John 1:1-3, it says, “What was from the beginning, what we have heard, what we have seen with our eyes, what we beheld and our hands handled, concerning the Word of Life- and the life was manifested and we have seen and bear witness and proclaim to you the eternal life, which was with the father and was manifested to us- what we have seen and heard we proclaim to you also, that you also may have fellowship with us; and indeed our fellowship is with the Father, and with His Son Jesus Christ.” It’s always been interesting to me that John makes it known that he had seen, heard, and interacted with Jesus on a real level. It wasn’t metaphorical. It wasn’t symbolic. He really did.

Jesus wants to be found my us. It’s the bottom line. He wants to be seen by us. To be heard by us. For us to touch His heart. Why is that such a radical concept to us? It’s a complete 180 from the norm of the church. Conferences, services, etc. are put on for the sole fact of people getting what they need. And that’s not bad. It’s not sin. Many are necessary. However, what if we had those special Gatherings, services, whatever you want to call them, that were for the SOLE purpose of touching Him? When did He stop being enough?

It’s a frustrating thought. It doesn’t get me frustrated at other people, but at myself. There are so many tangents I can go on with this, but I think you get the point. Let’s be a people out to worship Him. To love Him…..just because it’s Him. How radical a thought.

Lord, give us a revelation of You.

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