Drenched in Living Water....

This year, the rain made the outdoor Christmas Eve service for me. About 1/2 hour into the worship, a light rain began -- just enough to tickle your skin and make you know you are alive. It fell just a little bit harder for a steady half-hour, while the praise team never missed a beat and our sweet people grabbed umbrellas to hold over the expensive equipment. Somehow, my heart loved Him more in the rain. (Yes, I do feel bad for Zack and Molly because I'm afraid their violins will need some major work. Yes, I do feel bad that the worship service was cut drastically short. Yes, I did have a fleeting moment where I wondered if my son running the sound board would be electrocuted. Yes, I do feel terrible that we missed the Lord's Supper on Christmas Eve. And, yes, I do worry that so many of our faithful old people got wet.) But put that all aside -- and somehow I am able to -- and I can say, the rain made the service. There we were, praising Him because it was Christmas Eve and that is what we were created to do -- in the rain or in the sun, we were overjoyed to be together and to be worshiping Him. I know that those in charge or those who had practiced so long and so hard may feel differently as they look back on the night. But the worship was pure and good and it was honoring to the Lord. We were there out of faith, and He made the night what He wanted it to be.