God has a way of barging right in to our lives sometimes by providing moments of such sheer beauty they take your breath away. This happened to me in church today while the band played Revelation Song, one of my favorites.
A distinguished looking older gentleman was sitting a few rows in front of me and I couldn’t help but notice the tremor in his right hand every time he lifted it. Parkinson’s probably, which the man appeared understandably self-conscious about. As quick as his hand jutted out, he would instantly pull it back once it started to move.
Yet as the band played on and the delicate lyrics seeped in to our hearts, the length of time the man’s arm remained up, hand shaking violently for all to see, became longer and longer.
Holy, Holy, Holy Is the Lord God Almighty
Who was and is, and is to come
With all creation I sing, praise to the King of Kings
You are my everything and I will adore You
I was literally brought to tears as I watched this man do battle with inner fears and insecurities and let his faith and desire to visibly worship God take over. I was a bit embarrassed too by my own inhibitions about public worship with two perfectly good arms.
The beauty of man’s weakness made perfect by God’s grace, balanced with a humility grounded in acknowledgement of my own flaws, it was all so perfect.
Thank you God for intruding in my life the way you do.