Some days just work.
Sometimes it's my attitude.
Sometimes it's a great combination of people.
Sometimes it's the fresh wind of grace.
Today, our gathering of worship was just that. We were whipped and caressed with grace.
And it was good. In spite of all the things that we control that failed to occur, the mistakes made, balls dropped...in spite of our rank humanity, we experienced the presence of God in an amazing, tangible way.
This I know, because I have no words. At some point, words become meaningless. It was, quite simply, a time of fullness, redemption, truth and grace.