Several bloggers I follow re-blogged this post. The Glory of Worship is described herein…
As I stood I saw a small light. A pinprick. A flicker. Someone had moved, there in the congregation. Just for a moment. And someone else, another minute flare. And more. More flickers. Instants of “was that … ?” moments. Like fireflies. And I looked down as I stood – what about me? And saw a faint glow within me. Hidden within.
And as I caressed the words of The Word, I saw fireflies were everywhere. Flickers. Disconnected and faint. Alone. Each on its own.
And as I spoke words I do not remember, meanings I cannot recollect, I saw these faint lights raise above each one. A pinprick of light. And each began to circle. Faster and faster.
Even as I spoke.
My lips moving, breath in and breath out, words of sound … I know not what.
Faster and faster this whirling light show.
Ever faster and…
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