It’s a sunny and warm Sunday morning. It’s mid December but we are in California. I wake up tired as the evening before I worked till 10 pm. The house was all asleep when I got home from work Saturday night.
But it’s a new day, and though I go straight to work after church, on this day I already feel energized. I wonder what is it about this vivid thirst for fellowship and worship here in California. This church here feels more familiar to me than anything in my past. We worship with the team that next Sunday will gift a concert to the high-security prison in California, where Johnny Cash sang at, a long time ago. It’s divine, with violins and delicate yet pricing angelic voices.
Then Shawn preaches and I feel invited to the most nourishing casual meal, like the scrambled eggs my grandmother used to make Sunday after church. My mind gets clear and I can see beyond the horizon of my own life.
As I was sitting there in church I thought I had so many things to share on this blog …but then I went to work and there was no time left for introspection but there was time to give and be genuinely happy among others.
Here is Shawn’s message.