Romancing the extraordinary.

If there is one thing I truly, wholeheartedly miss about attending my former church, it’s the praise and worship time. The worship team and musicians were very talented, but it isn’t the music I reminisce about. No, it was the little slice of time I could sing out, raise my hands, clap, close my eyes, and pray aloud. Sure, I can do this now, at home, but it’s not the same. I love the corporate aspect of it. Jesus said, “For where two or three come together in my name, there am I with them.”

I’m affectionate. I constantly kiss, hug and hold Z. I force kisses on K. Literally. He’s grown so use to my smooch abuse, he worries when I don’t try to grab him.

That’s my way of showing love. I will literally love on you. I have happily walked arm and arm with my best friend, and still sit on my mom’s lap.

How much more wondrous is it when I allow my love for Abba Father to show forth? 

Remember when those “Jesus is my Homeboy” tees were all the rage? I still have mine (I also have a tee from 2007 that says “You looked better on MySpace”. And no, I don’t want to part with either, just yet.). They fit nicely with the song, “I am a Friend of God.” These sentiments are true. Jesus is Friend and Brother. Through Him, we are adopted into the family of God.

It is vital, though, to step back and meditate on the power of that. Skip pass the chorus and focus on the verse:

Think about it. God. The Creator of the whole universe, the Alpha & Omega, the beginning and the end. Magnificent. Amazing. Wondrous.

I’m reminded of the song, “Who Am I?”: