Every once in awhile, something happens in Sunday morning worship that I didn’t even know was planned.
Yesterday was one of those occasions.
Our music set was decidedly “chill”: acoustic instrumentation, worship-leading choir, Chris Macedo leading it all from the keyboards rather than acoustic guitar.
Then, out of nowhere, as we moved into Revelation Song, our own Becky Gonzalez stepped forward and started singing in Spanish:
Digno es el cor… dero que murio
Santo, santo es El
Nuevo canto…. para el que esta en el…. trono celestial
Santo, santo, santo
Es el Dios poderoso
Quien fue, quien http
Con la creacion yo canto
Al Rey de Reyes exalto
Tu eres mi todo Dios
Y yo te… adoro
It was unexpected, haunting, and full color.
We then brought it back to English:
Worthy is the… Lamb who was slain
Holy, holy is He
Sing a new song… to Him who sits on
Heaven’s mercy seat
Holy, holy, holy
Is the Lord
Who was and is and is to come
With all creation I sing
Praise to the King of Kings
You are my everything
And I will… adore you
The effect on me was profound: gratitude for Chris’ planning, appreciation for Becky’s voice, and contentment that our Spanish speaking friends would feel so at home in the worship gathering.
But more than that … because it was such a surprise, I was better able to give God worship.
Routine is often the enemy of connection.
A living relationship with Jesus Christ inevitably invovles the unpredictable and the unexpected.
Dios le bendiga.