I got home from the conference I referred to in my last blog entry at 2 a.m. on Thursday morning. Then on Friday I turned around and went back to the Dallas area for a soccer tournament my son was playing in and got home again last night around 8. Man, I could be pooped out. But I think I'm ready to try and comment on the conference.
It was really quite astounding. My very favorite parts were the worship times. I have never experienced worship like this before. I hope to again very soon. The worship times were led by Kevin Prosch and Michael Larson. They switched off. Their styles were very different and that was really good. I loved both styles and was thrilled to be able to experience each of them. Kevin Prosch's style is very spontaneous with lots of time for your own worship to pour forth. At one point he had us simply clap. There we were in this room full of people with everyone clapping their own beat and rythm and - wow - let me just say it worked. It was incredibly moving AND it's biblical! Psalm 47:1,2 "Clap your hands, all you nations; shout to God with cries of joy. How awesome is the LORD Most High, the great King over all the earth!" Did I mention we did a lot of shouting, too? That was an incredibly different yet freeing thing to do! You really ought to try it sometime. Just shout your praises to Him! Verses 5-7 of that Psalm are pretty wonderful too. In fact, I think this Psalm would be an excellent one to set to memory.
This was an amazing conference. The speakers were bold in their love for Christ. I like that. I want to be that. In fact, they talked a lot about zeal and compassion and love. I kept thinking about my dad. He turns 90 on December 21 and that is who he has been most of his life; a zealous, compassionate, bold Christian. He has had his share of demons to deal with, maybe more than his share. He didn't always make the right choices either. In fact, he made a whole lot of bad ones but somehow he always knew he was loved and he always loved. He was not a perfect dad, or a perfect preacher, or a perfect person, but I want to embrace the good in him now more than ever. I want this conference to have changed my life. I want God to change my life. I don't want to be all talk and no action. I want to deal with my demons in bold, courageous, clapping, shouting fashion. And yes, Clint, I want to dance!! I have wasted nearly 50 years on this wallflower mentality. I just don't know what all this will look like and, frankly, I'm tired of caring. So, we'll just have to see from here.
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