Well I get to share with you the tent revival my own church held this week. I have been following the progress so I could share with all of my readers, careful not to let it take my mind of the true meaning of worship. It was way more than just something to blog about.
I got up early one morning to catch the men of the church lifting the tent to the sky. They worked so hard and proud. The young and old were strong just the same. They stretched, and pounded. They pulled and leaned. They worked for hours until it was just right.
As I rode by each day on my way home from work, I could still see men putting in the chairs, putting together the stage and having fun fellowship with each other. This was the beginning of the revival. Little did they know the impact they may have had on the passer-bys.
Finally, its time. The sun has gone down and the air is cool. You can see the lighted tent for what looked like 1/2 a mile away. The neighborhoods around will hear song and worship as they sit in their homes. Maybe they will decide to step out and come down. Maybe they will open the windows and turn off the TV. Either way, we will be heard.
Some had their hands folded or in their pockets, others clapped, while some had their hands in the air, all with spirit in their hearts. There were also knees buried in the dirt as they knelled in prayer.
I was not able to attend each night but It was great to be there when I could.
It was refreshing and reviving. New friends were made and hearts were changed. Everyone seemed to have a great time and left with revival in there soul.
God is Good.