Inhabited.

I went to a church yesterday.
The preacher asked how many of us had ever been in a church choir.
I raised my hand.
The preacher asked how many of us had ever been in a non-church choir.
I raised my hand.
The preacher said, "Ok, so you all know about harmony."
Nods and words of confirmation came back to the preacher.
"We are going to sing a really simple song and if you can do a harmony, please do. I want to hear what this group can do," he said.
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound, that saved a wretch like me. . .
The room was filled with the highs and lows of note values.
Every kind of voice singing, humming, whispering, bellowing, shouting, harmonizing, or just plain speaking, bounced off of the walls of that place.
The swell of voices at the words "I once was lost, but now I see," broke into people's hearts as God inhabited the praises of His people.
I sang for a good while, but I had to stop and listen to the sound of broken masterpieces bearing their heart to their Creator.
The sound made my heart warm.
I felt the Holy Spirit's calm, yet unabashedly exciting, presence touching people's lives.
Then, the preacher said that since we would be spending eternity with our fellow choir members, that we should go get to know them better.
We all went around meeting people and before we knew it, we were singing again.
A revival took place in that small church.
A church in a town that is dying and hurt; broken by the lies of a cult that wants nothing more than methodology.
But God is good and broke through the pain and into people's lives.
I have never seen smiles like I saw in that place.
I held hands with a woman that I have never met before, but I wasn't put off because she is my sister.
I hugged a woman who was crying about something going on in her life and she let me hold onto her like I was a long last friend.
I listened to a group of teenagers pray over their coming week of school as they huddled around each other.
I watched as the adults lovingly, not judgmentally, put their arms around those teens and prayed for strength in the coming days in their schools.
I saw black, white, brown, red, and yellow hold onto each other in that place.
Hippies with hair down to their backs and Vietnam Vets who's tattoos covered their arms held onto each other without prejudice.
Peace that passes all understanding, rest that only God can provide, and love called to action by the Holy Spirit.
God inhabited the praises of His people and His Holy Spirit spoke.
"Get up, move out, meet people. Don't just sit and know about Me, grow and mobilize. Be my army."
God inhabited.
God.
Inhabited.