I have been trying to think of ways to put this in words for a week. I'm including a link to the recording I made from the audience. These services are recorded live and are available for archive; and of you want to hear the whole sermon I will post a link to the archive since my battery died near the end. I want people to be able to hear the singing from the audience in this. Before I get to the link, though, I will note that there is a point in the file when the sound system was not working properly and one speaker was delayed. The music during that portion sounds very chaotic, and if you have neurologic disorder you should know this ahead of time. The difficulty begins in the second chorus of the first official song and continues through until the second set of songs is mostly over. The song I refer to in this post is safe to listen to if you are sensitive to chaotic echoing.
The most amazing moment for me at NAC this year, something to ponder... Singing the last line of "Shout to the Lord" on Monday night... Some things become rather overdone if sung too many times. But I needed it overdone that night, and I wonder who else did... Or did I just think it became emotional because it was emotionally done...?
"Nothing compares to the promise I have in You."
I could sing right over it if I didn't sing it again and pay attention, really pay attention.
Do we really understand the promise we have in Jesus?
In my first semester at SOT, we read Henri Nouwen's Life of the Beloved. At our orientation session, Dr. Brewer said to us, "I give you your four-word commission: you are God's beloved." I thought it ought to be an obvious thing. Shouldn't we know that we are God's beloved?
Then I read the book. I cried every time I read anything out of it. I really had never encountered my own belovedness. The experience I had the other night was similar. I had never encountered my own promise. I had never encountered the reality of what God could redeem and use in my life, what becomes good when it is His, what is possible in spite of impossibilities when He makes the way. I needed the music because there really is no way to put that in words.