Sunday, March 21, 2004


I was raised in church. As long as I can remember I was expected to be there. And as long as I remember, there has always been a tug of war between the new and the old.
New music versus old music. New language versus old language. New traditions versus old traditions. New versus old.
Today I saw the two come together in an overwhelming picture of faith.
I attended a different church today. Not something I usually do, but I was invited by a friend and convinced by yet another, so I went.
We were having the worship part of the service and it was quite lively; definitely something my Mennonite roots were not so used to.
The sanctuary was rather large, and from where I sat, I had a good view of the congregation. The lights were dim. We began to sing:
"This is the air I breathe.
This is the air I breather.
You Holy presence living in me.
This is my daily bread
This is my daily bread
Your very word spoken to me."

And as we began the chorus, an old woman stood, and raised her hand to God, her God, and praised him.

"And I, I'm desperate for you
And I , I'm hungry for you."

She stood there, in her royal purple dress, and grey short permed hair, singing new songs and giving herself to God. The old and the new blending together in peace.
And I was once again, blessed, and overwhelmed, at God, His people and His power.

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