Each week I observed and was ignited by their gigantic faith. I observed how they feel the weight of the world just as we do. I observed the cry of their hearts longing to be seen, known, and a part of something bigger than themselves. They embraced one another. They put down their phones and picked up the wonder of encountering Jesus in an imaginative, real way.
Picturing the Father Part Two
Sometimes when my heart is in a hardened or closed off space, worship will hit underneath the fragile walls and help them to tumble down.
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