I'm not a crier, but I have to be honest-worship this Sunday brought tears to my eyes. Not because of conviction (though maybe I needed that, too), but because of companionship.
Frankly, "worship music" isn't really my thing. I don't like loud music and crowded concert spaces. I have a lot of it on my computer, but I rarely listen to it. No fault to the musicians, but that's just not how I like to connect with God.
That aside, I love, love LOVE worship at my church. We play a lot of the same "popular" songs, and even though we have some GREAT musicians, let's face it, the sound isn't the most amazing you'll ever hear (it's ok I can say this, I'm part of the band, too!). I think the difference is the relationship. I know all of you. I've seen you walk through hard stuff and still come out strong. I know that when you sing "My life is yours" that you mean it, and I can say amen with you.
At Hosanna I was completely overwhelmed with how much I love being in a community that is "One in heart and mind." I'm so blessed by the strength and sincerity of those who lead worship at King of Love. I wish I had a recording to take with me. I would listen it (even a crappy one) every day in Cairo. I know the passion in your voices is lived out in your lives and it encourages me more than I can say.
Thank you!
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