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Sunday, December 10, 2006

does anybody hear her?

spinning: who am I by casting crowns.


I went back to my church to watch Grammy Award-winning Casting Crowns perform. It feels strange for it's been a year since I last stepped into it. Everything's different yet familiar.

Anyway when Pastor Lim called them up, they agreed to come without even bringing up the topic of how much they were going to get paid. I mean, that coming from one of the biggest christian bands in the states? wow.

Or maybe they just have too much money. They flew in via a private jet, you know. haha okay i'm kidding they're really, really nice people.

The time spent with them was amazing. At one point, with our heads bowed and eyes closed, Mark(vocalist/pastor) preached about how some of us are lacking fundamental peace, and he asked for these people to raise their hands.

In my mind I was thinking, that's me. Plus I also fully believed everyone had their hands raised at this juncture. So you could imagine the shock when I opened my eyes and realized only a handful(including me) did.

The next thing I knew, Mark requested for us to be at the altar.

(looking directly at me since I'm closest to the stage):
"Can someone be the first to come forward, we would like to pray for you."

(youth leaders approaching and encouraging me to go)
me: "Oh hell no. I mean, no no no. I have stage fright, er er. cannot lah. really."

Then one of them offered to accompany me, so I relented. Still! It was
heart-pounding okay, walking up to 2000 over people. Plus they have cameras stationed everywhere so my face was projected on the big-ass screens.

But when the praying started, I was overwhelmed with the presence of God, something I hadn't felt in a long, long time.

I guess this is rededication. After that, friends just started asking, "So. Coming back to Evangel now eh?"

Okay I don't know how to explain this but my relationship with God is not defined by going to church.




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