the sound of worship

i've been attending a small baptist church the last month or so. this has been quite a change for me. i've learned how hard it is to go to a different church by yourself - but i've also learned the acts of kindness people do when their souls are filled.

i was wholeheartedly prepared to go that first day and sit by myself and observe. even critique. every move. i didnt have high expectations, i figured every church was probably the same. and though i wasnt blown away by kindness from the whole congregation - there was one lady in particular who has truely taken me under her wings this last month and poured love on me.


one thing i have really REALLY enjoyed about this place is that its soo diverse. I have never seen a church with so many different cultural, economical, and age dynamics. I mean to tell you-there is a homeless man who comes every week and sits in the same pew as the old woman and her husband and the latino family. its just...neat.

Last week i got the oppertunity to sit in front of the most beautiful african american women. their voices were incredible. very distinct, with a deep african accent. i started tuning into different people around me, and i was just blown away. it was like an, "ah ha" moment. worship doesnt have to be perfect. it doesnt have to sound perfect. so even though the worship leader forgot some of the lyrics. and even though the drums were off beat, and even though the skill level was no where near Jose, the sound of worship was beautiful.