The Kingdom, as I know it, is…
The well-worn path to my favorite coffee shop. The way that I am known there by both name and drink, greeted warmly when I walk through its doors. The smell of espresso and the sound of coffee being ground. The friends I have come to know better because of the times I spend there. The silly jokes and deep conversations exchanged over tea and chai and cowboy coffee. It is the richness of the memories I have in the midst of its cozy confines and the people I love.
The Kingdom, as I know it, is…
Tripping as I come onto stage to lead worship for part of a prayer and worship vigil. If I had even the slightest notion that it was about me, I think God chuckled kindly at my own clumsiness. He reminded me that it was, and always will be, about Him. As it should be. It is the way I come alive when I feel His breath and presence infused into the words I sing and the notes I play....
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