This morning's church service took my breath away with the force of the feelings it evoked. Perhaps being tired from a day trip to Houston and back for a conference yesterday left me a bit more open and vulnerable to God's presence. The best part of the service was listening to young Wesleigh singing to us again. He still sounds like an angel, in spite of the trauma of the past year of his life. To see him and to listen to him sing once more meant being witness to a miracle. Last summer, he was in a motorcycle accident that fractured his skull and left him hovering between this world and the next for some time. Even when it became apparent that he would survive, there was no assurance that he would recover any kind of normal life or ever be able to sing again. Many prayed for his recovery for many weeks, and suddenly today, there he stood among us, whole and beautifully singing: "You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains. You raise me up to walk on stormy seas. And I am strong, when I am on your shoulders. You raise me up, to more than I can be." And God's people said, "AMEN!" This is the God I know and love--the God who, not always, but sometimes, returns one of us from death's doorstep to serve God a bit longer in this world. Thanks be to God for the chance to experience this miracle on this day.
Grace and Peace,