ways of worshipping, and different comfort levels. That does not explain it all, though. I see a lack of understanding, a lack of the gratitude, a lack of the excitement and joy people should have because of Christ, the Father and the Holy Spirit. I see myself severely lacking each and everyday.

If someone saved me from a burning building and died because of their heroic actions, I know I

As communion was being passed this morning, I listened to the song “I Can Only Imagine” by Mercy Me. I fought to keep the tears in my eyes. I didn’t want break down sobbing during that incredible song like normal. Being in a wheelchair and physically disabled, the chorus brings fantastic, breathtaking images to my mind:

“Surrounded by Your glory,

What will my heart feel? Will I dance for you Jesus,

Or in awe of You be still? Will I stand in Your presence,

Or to my knees will I fall? Will I sing ‘Hallelujah,’

Will I be able to speak at all? I can only imagine, yeah,

I can only imagine!”

Here on this earth, the thought of being with Christ one day excites me, and I am so honored to be His servant and His friend. Sometimes while singing in church, I become so overwhelmed with awe of Christ’s love for me that I feel like I could jump out of my chair if it weren’t for my seatbelt. Depending on the mood of the song, my feelings range from wanting to dance around and clap my hands to wishing I could fall on my knees or even lay prostrate in reverence of Him who grants me life each day. Then I look around at my fellow worshippers, who have the ability to do these actions and I am utterly bewildered.

I am filled with wonder at how people keep the same expression, the same posture, and the same body movements (or lack thereof) during a song that talks about raising your hands and dancing as during a song that refers to falling on your knees. I understand that everyone has different preferences, different ways of worshipping, and different comfort levels. That does not explain it all, though. I see a lack of understanding, a lack of the gratitude, a lack of the excitement and joy people should have because of Christ, the Father and the Holy Spirit. I see myself severely lacking each and everyday.

If someone saved me from a burning building and died because of their heroic actions, I know I

Will I dance for you Jesus,

Or in awe of You be still? Will I stand in Your presence,

Or to my knees will I fall? Will I sing ‘Hallelujah,’

Will I be able to speak at all? I can only imagine, yeah,

I can only imagine!”

Here on this earth, the thought of being with Christ one day excites me, and I am so honored to be His servant and His friend. Sometimes while singing in church, I become so overwhelmed with awe of Christ’s love for me that I feel like I could jump out of my chair if it weren’t for my seatbelt. Depending on the mood of the song, my feelings range from wanting to dance around and clap my hands to wishing I could fall on my knees or even lay prostrate in reverence of Him who grants me life each day. Then I look around at my fellow worshippers, who have the ability to do these actions and I am utterly bewildered.

I am filled with wonder at how people keep the same expression, the same posture, and the same body movements (or lack thereof) during a song that talks about raising your hands and dancing as during a song that refers to falling on your knees. I understand that everyone has different preferences, different ways of worshipping, and different comfort levels. That does not explain it all, though. I see a lack of understanding, a lack of the gratitude, a lack of the excitement and joy people should have because of Christ, the Father and the Holy Spirit. I see myself severely lacking each and everyday.

If someone saved me from a burning building and died because of their heroic actions, I know I

etimes while singing in church, I become so overwhelmed with awe of Christ’s love for me that I feel like I could jump out of my chair if it weren’t for my seatbelt. Depending on the mood of the song, my feelings range from wanting to dance around and clap my hands to wishing I could fall on my knees or even lay prostrate in reverence of Him who grants me life each day. Then I look around at my fellow worshippers, who have the ability to do these actions and I am utterly bewildered.

I am filled with wonder at how people keep the same expression, the same posture, and the same body movements (or lack thereof) during a song that talks about raising your hands and dancing as during a song that refers to falling on your knees. I understand that everyone has different preferences, different ways of worshipping, and different comfort levels. That does not explain it all, though. I see a lack of understanding, a lack of the gratitude, a lack of the excitement and joy people should have because of Christ, the Father and the Holy Spirit. I see myself severely lacking each and everyday.

If someone saved me from a burning building and died because of their heroic actions, I know I

worshippers, who have the ability to do these actions and I am utterly bewildered.

I am filled with wonder at how people keep the same expression, the same posture, and the same body movements (or lack thereof) during a song that talks about raising your hands and dancing as during a song that refers to falling on your knees. I understand that everyone has different preferences, different ways of worshipping, and different comfort levels. That does not explain it all, though. I see a lack of understanding, a lack of the gratitude, a lack of the excitement and joy people should have because of Christ, the Father and the Holy Spirit. I see myself severely lacking each and everyday.

If someone saved me from a burning building and died because of their heroic actions, I know I

ways of worshipping, and different comfort levels. That does not explain it all, though. I see a lack of understanding, a lack of the gratitude, a lack of the excitement and joy people should have because of Christ, the Father and the Holy Spirit. I see myself severely lacking each and everyday.

If someone saved me from a burning building and died because of their heroic actions, I know I would be in complete shock and eternally grateful. I would tell everyone about that person and be joyful just talking about them. Christ has done this and so much more for each one of us. Without Him and His Father, we would have absolutely nothing and no hope for the future because that’s what we deserve. But we have so much more than we deserve, and we could never, ever begin to pay it all back to God. The amazing part is that He doesn’t expect us to repay Him. All He wants is for us to worship Him.

The psalmist describes the power of God here:
Psalms 65:5-8
You faithfully answer our prayers with awesome deeds, O God our savior. You are the hope of everyone on earth, even those who sail on distant seas. You formed the mountains by your power and armed yourself with mighty strength. You quieted the raging oceans with their pounding waves and silenced the shouting of the nations. Those who live at the ends of the earth stand in awe of your wonders. From where the sun rises to where it sets, you inspire shouts of joy. (NLT)

We can have a relationship with the same God described in that passage, the God who inspires shouts of joy from around the world. This defines true grace, my friends! God, the One who made everything from nothing and has power over all creation, desires a relationship with you. We have many ways to worship throughout the week, but Sunday is a day for worshipping in song. I don’t know about you, but when I sing to the Lord, I will try to put my entire heart, mind and spirit into it. He desires not