Though I was there, I was more witness than participant. I watched and listened. I stored those holy moments as treasures in my heart. And I remember.
They came in slowly. One or two at a time, eventually filling the cinderblock room to half full. They sang, clapped and swayed to the music. Soul-filled prayers touched dark corners and broken places. Some shared an embrace or laid on a hand of encouragement. Some knelt and prayed. Tears flowed freely. Sobs of agony, shouts of affirmation, words of praise shot heavenward like rockets.
Worship in the prison is always unexpected, but last night was different. It was chaotic. It was spontaneous. It was divinely powerful. And it was incredibly personal.
“Have you way with us, Lord” they prayed. And He did.
I saw with my eyes and can testify. There is no dominion too evil, no heart too broken, no walls too impenetrable that the Spirit of God cannot overcome, penetrate and transform.
“Where, O death, is your victory?Brokenness. Pain. Rage. Weakness. Unforgiveness. Insufficiency. Sin. Revealed, acknowledge and presented to the Judge.
Where, O death, is your sting?” (1 Corinthians 15:55)
The verdict?
“I love you,” He said.
“But look at me. Look at my life. Look what I’ve done,”
“I love you,” He said.
"But . . ."
"I love you," He said again.
All because of the blood. The blood. The blood.
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
2 comments:
One of those times you wish you had been there, because there just aren't the words to describe it--but I feel how He has overwhelmed your heart, too, in your sharing. Powerful!
Can't imagine what a blessed time that had to be. God bless your continued ministry in the prison, Kelli!
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