i’m sitting in a huge house of worship. And i mean flippin’ HUGE. This place is a lot more like a shopping mall for Jesus than a church.
And yet, there’s an air of purity about it. Of peace. Tranquility. There’s something here that is not elsewhere.
i’m not sure if it’s the staff that makes this so, the parishioners, or maybe even the building itself. i do know, however, that this feeling, this peace – this is what i wish i had more of in my daily life. This is what i wish i could provide more of.
i also wish i knew – Jesus, why does it feel like You’re calling me to greatness, to something “more” – but when i answer, You won’t tell me what it is You need me to do?
as long as i'm singing 