IT'S WHAT WE DO ON SUNDAYS.

Yesterday was Sunday. The Lord's Day. Many people were participating in various forms of entertainment or perhaps simply relaxing at home, recuperating from a hard work week. My family was in Church. It's what we do on Sundays.

It was such a spectacular service, that I must tell it. At one point, I was just basking in God's presence, singing along with the music with my eyes closed. I opened my eyes and the reality of the goodness of God overwhelmed me.

The congregation was worshiping around me, each in their own way. My two youngest children were on either side of me, one lifting his hands to the Lord, the other bowing her head in reverence. My oldest son was playing the keyboard on the platform, tears streaming down his face. My husband was behind the pulpit, encouraging everyone to take advantage of this opportunity to praise their Creator. It's what we do on Sundays.

I wish that I could type "laughter" without it seeming trivial. Because laughter is what I felt...Holy Ghost joy...the realization that my family could be anyplace, doing anything...but we were in Church, meeting with God together. It's what we do on Sundays.

I went to the altar to pray for someone else, but as I raised my hands to worship the Lord, He began to move on me. As I prayed in that Heavenly Language, I felt my son's hands on either side of my head. He had left the keyboard, come off the platform and was praying for his mother. Waves of Holy Ghost cascaded over me and through me and out of me. Pouring, purging, cleansing, sloshing.

When we left the church house yesterday, the hard situations in my life had not changed. My problems were not different, but I was different. I had touched God and he had touched me. He had refreshed, rejuvenated and restored joy, hope and peace in my soul. Oh, the power of an Apostolic, Holy Ghost service! It's what we do on Sundays.

ON PURPOSE

When I walk down the street or enter a room, It pleases me to know that people recognize immediately that I am a Christian. Is she? Isn’t she? Nothing to wonder about here. The first glance, the first impression hopefully sends a clear message…This person is different. This person has convictions. This person recognizes that she is called to a High Calling with a Holy Savior.

The way that I look is not the result of an affiliation with a denomination, a congregation, nor an organization. It is from a deep, personal desire to search out and become what pleases my Lord, Jesus the Christ. I want people to know that I am His.

When I was a very young child, between the ages of four to seven, I can remember the Lord impressing upon me not to do a certain thing. From those earliest times of Him dealing with my heart, I have wanted to know Him, to please Him. When I was a junior in high school, He found me. I did not find Him, as He was never lost. It was me who was lost and pitifully undone without Him, needing a Savior…And what a Savior He is!

Since I repented of my sins, was baptized in Jesus’ name for the remission of those sins and was gloriously filled with His Spirit, evidenced by speaking in tongues, I have failed him many times…but He has never once failed, nor forsook me. Because of this, I will love Him, serve Him and allow him to fashion me in whatever way He pleases.

I hunger after Him, and so I feed on His Word daily. I thirst after Him, and so I drink from His Spirit daily. I aspire to have His Nature, and so I follow after Holiness daily. I desire His Mercy, and so I seek His Face in Repentance daily. I long for His Blessing, and so I position myself under His almighty Hand. Daily.

Ma’am, Sir …Do not feel sorry for me. Make no mistake. I look the way I look, act the way I act, do the things I do and refrain from doing other things on purpose. The purpose being this: I won’t be satisfied until I am like Him.

“As for me, I will behold thy face in righteousness: I shall be satisfied, when I awake, with thy likeness.” (Psalm 17:15)