Songs of Water…or what happens in the silence.
I barely can believe what happened. I have wrestled with this post all week since my finger left the “publish” key. I had gone around cupping ,the idea of a silent worship, in my hand asking others to chime in on what it could be. I had tried to explain that in the silence we are waiting for a response….we are believing for a response…how we need to stop throwing worship and then running in the other direction.
How we need to stop fearing our God will reject us….or worse yet not be there at all.
How we need to be in relationship…in intimacy… how if our response to Him is worship….what is His response to worship…and why are we so eager to protect ourselves from it.
Why will we offer up praise to a God we don’t think will respond?
I met a lot of furrowed brows….and twisted lipped polite answers.
I asked Him what he thought…I waited….maybe I was crazy.
Then He responded.
Jes excitedly kept elbowing me in the ribs….”This is what you talked about…here is your response…holy cow!!!!!”
I sat on the edge of my seat. They had been playing for an hour. The music of an entire globe collected on one stage crying out to worship. Nothing like what you have normally heard. They were not leading you to do the norm… they just worshipped in a way that took you there. Rarely a word sung… only the voice of music raised. This was the music that had been collected through time… collected by people who had wandered the globe looking for instruments to say the words on their heart. Instruments I recognized mixed with things nearly unearthly. Violin strings moved and reverberated your blood , answering the pulse put in you from before your birth. Styles that you tapped your first world shoes to, mixed with rhythms that echoed in your primal soul. My children crawled closer entranced. I sat in the very front row like a greedy over achieving pupil…drawn closer….jealous of my own children who ignored the social norm just to get a closer look.
And then he stopped. If it weren’t that I sat in the very front row and leaning forward on my elbows I would have all but missed the movement of his lips as they curved around his prayer filled words. No sound… He just stood there. Even the other musicians turned and looked at him, wondering.
The silence went on…Jes elbowed me again her eyes lit up she barely whispered,”I ‘ve never seen him do this… it’s like you said…silent worship”
The drums sat anticipating.
The strings all but cried out in their echoing silence.
I bit the side of my nail expectantly but with a honest twinge of not knowingness.
the thunder shook the building.
In this place I never thought I would be in.
With these house guests I had never met till now.
Waiting on an answer I really didn’t know if it was okay to ask.
In this windowless building we hadn’t even known it was raining.
But this band….this Songs of Water…was responded to by the Author of water.
To read the first post….that started it all read here: Silence in Worship