I’m deviating from my scheduled Radical blog because I want to share with you what happened today at our church, Strong Tower Fellowship. Our worship leader had asked me to prepare our ladies to sing in worship and I chose two of my favorites, Amazing Love and The Name of the Lord (is a strong tower…strong tower…get it?)
As we finished our last minute run-thru, I said something that I’ve said many times just prior to going into worship. I always mean it, but I’ve never gotten or even expected the response that followed. I closed our warmup by praying something like, “Lord, we come to you as imperfect people, broken vessels that want to glorify You in our singing. Now we bring before you any unconfessed sin, asking You to cleanse us so that we may be used by You.”
Nothing new here. What usually (actually, always) follows is a few seconds of silence while people are given an opportunity to search their hearts and confess to the Lord anything that needs confessing.
Silently, that is.
But when I paused, immediately I heard a voice say, “Lord, forgive me for how I get so mad at people.”
Shocked, I looked up and opened my mouth to say, “That’s OK, you don’t have to say it out loud.” But before I could get the words out, another voice confessed, “Lord, forgive me for my cussing.”
I put my head back down. More confession.
“Lord, I need to make things right with you.”
“Jesus, I don’t trust You near enough like I wanna do.”
“God Almighty, my life doesn’t match these words I’m singing. Help me.”
As I listened to the transparency of their prayers, it was a holy moment in da hood and this honkie thanked our gracious God for the high privilege of singing with the extraordinary ladies of Strong Tower.