Enter the Worship Zone

Worship.....

While I continue to worship in my home, I miss getting together with good friends and allowing waves of the Holy Spirit to float over us.
It is a splendid thing to bask in HIS glory and to do it with friends

Enter the Worship Zone....


The upper floor of The Barn had been completely renovated. The walls were sheet rocked and a graceful, arched window commanded a view across the valley. A myriad of eclectic seating was arranged in a semi circle. An old couch, a rocking chair, several metal folding chairs, an overstuffed Queen Anne, and several pressed back oak dining chairs. Several people were reclining in the proffered seating. Others were cuddled up on the floor, some leaning against the new white walls, others laying prostrate. A small team of musicians was playing. A guitar, a lap harp, an electric keyboard. A heavy set woman in the Queen Anne accompanied on a djembe. The chord progression was simple and those gathered hummed or sang softly, most with eyes closed.
Tracy noticed Catherine’s entrance and beckoned her to share a spot on the couch. Catherine deposited her purse on a small round table by the door and made her way as unobtrusively as possible to a cushioned seat.
“Hey, great to have you,” said Tracy in quiet, welcoming tones. She settled herself back into the cushions and closed her eyes.
Catherine surveyed the room. Each attendee was absorbed in the music, seemingly unaware of their environment. Closing her eyes and sinking into the comfortable couch, Catherine let go- let go of the day’s stress, let go of expectations, let go of the thoughts clamoring for her attention. She focused her consciousness on the softly swirling melodies around her allowing her spirit to wander it’s contemplative eddies. She caught snatches of songs sung by those around her, but effectively blocked them out. Deeper into the flow she sank listening to the voice of her own song rising up within her. Truth formed itself into words, the reality of the moment expressing itself through her. Humming along at first and then breathing the words that floated to the surface, she embraced her own song. The words she sang were echoed by others around her. Someone apparently had picked up what she was singing and repeated it. Four or five more joined in. Harmonies rose, 3rds and 5ths. Descants were born and intertwined themselves with the original melody. As the song grew in complexity it crescendoed to a feverish pitch, then suddenly, it was over. The musicians moved on to another progression of chords establishing a new sound, a lighter, more vivid wave.