There's something awesome happening at church. A while back a young lady began attending. She admittedly had struggled with substance abuse and was really trying to find her way. She is now bringing a bunch of other young folks with similar issues with her. I'm not sure how many of them there are but a bunch. They are from various ethnic backgrounds, various home backgrounds, they have various issues and various hairstyles. One has a sweet looking Mohawk. They obviously stand out in our church of very average people. I love it. I get a kick out of seeing men with comb-overs staring at a guy with a Mohawk. I wonder what each of them are thinking. I'm betting they have similar thought about each other's style.
Tonight one of the young men stood up in the middle of the service and said he had a song and wanted to sing it. Thankfully those in charge of the service allowed him to come forward and share his song. You could almost feel the anticipation in the congregation. What was this guy going to do? Would he rap? Would he perhaps sing a song with profanity in it? Would anyone be able to accompany him on piano or guitar? How would we handle it if it were inappropriate? Who would handle it?
The young man rose, walked to the platform, stood behind the pulpit and explained that he was going through a tough time and that the song he wanted to sing was one his mother used to sing to him and singing it made him feel better. He took a deep breath and belted out a stirring rendition of "His Eye is on the Sparrow and I Know He Watches Me". He sang acapella. He sang from the heart. It was truly one of the most beautiful sounds I've heard in a long time. People rose to their feet and applauded - not just because it was good, not just because this young man was brave enough to take a risk like that , but because Jesus was in the house and it was a Holy moment.