Raise Your Hand

I find is strange but stunning the scene of a body of people raising their hands.

In most instances, raising a hand leads to someone pointing their finger at you, calling on you, and a response coming from your lips. Being called on- that's what it really is about. Raising your hand is a means of getting someone to call on you.

Yet, the funny thing about God is, He's called on us prior to our act of hand-raising. He always is calling on us- to speak to Him, cry to Him, sing to Him. No waving hands wildly or bouncing in your seat to get His attention. When we raise our hands, we are responding to His constant call. Raising hands is not a means of getting Him to call on you- It is you calling back to Him.

There's something about a body of people, all calling on Him, hands in the air, unashamed, that is so unmatched in beauty that you can either choose to look on in wonder or join in the glorious act.

Thanks be to God who calls on us before we raise our hands.


And Phil Wickham concerts ;)

Beauty

Beauty is malleable.
Imperfection is beautiful.
This is what I've come to learn.
The end.