Losing Power

We were sitting in Church on a Sunday evening singing a song when the lights suddenly went out. It wasn't just the lights that went out. We lost all power in the building.

We didn't stop singing. We just kept singing in the dark. Nobody screamed or paniced when the lights went out. We could all hear one another singing loudly. In fact, it seemed that when the lights went out these determined people only sang louder. There was a stubborness in their voice that said, "Turn of the lights! Turn off all power! We can worship God in the dark!" The hinderence to worshiping our God ironically seemed to make us better worshipers. If you listened closely underneath the sturdy voices you could here the guitarest, far away on the stage without the power of an amp, still strumming the chords. Then we got to the end of the song (I think the only person who needed the words on the overhead was me. Everybody else seemed to have every verse memorised). It was still dark. The pastor's voice was heard at the front of the church. He begain preaching as though the lights were on. Church kept on going. Someone in the balcony turned on a small flash light and shinned it on the pastor, but the light was so weak it barely made a difference.

When the lights finally did come on in the middle of the sermon, what do you think happened? Absolutely nothing. Nobody seemed to care. The pastor just walked up to the pulpit and continued preaching, now with the aid of the microphone.

It was so great to see in this example of what church was to these people. It was them.