jump for Jesus

Sometimes I can get carried away in worship. I never actually embarrass myself, but I am pretty sure there are plenty of people who are embarrassed by me, or for me, or at me.

I can’t help it though. I get caught up in thoughts about God, how He loves me, what He has done for me. I cease to think about anyone around me.

If Mr. Fantastic asks me to take a microphone and say something at the end of worship, I will probably cry. I may even shout a little when I pray. I could be on one of those television shows, mascara running down my face, giving a nice loud yell for Jesus.

One such Sunday a friend came up to me and said, “I loved your prayer today. You really don’t care what people think, do you?”

I had never thought of it like that. I just looked at her, smiled, and said, “No, I guess I don’t!”

Maybe it’s because I first really surrendered my life to God in the middle of praise and worship at church.

Quite possibly, it could be the natural result of regularly attending a church in college that met in a converted crack house without A/C, where the women played tambourines until their backs were drenched in sweat.

Perhaps years and years of ministering to crazy, zealous, changed-by-Jesus college students has made me irrationally excited.

Truth be told, I just really, really love Jesus and I can’t stop myself. If I’m really being honest, I don’t want to stop.

You see, I once thought I was nothing and God picked me up and told me I was worthy of His life.

I once thought I was unlovable and God loved me with an everlasting love.

I once lived in darkness and then His light dawned in my soul and has brightened more and more every day since.

So I’m going to jump a little during the music. I will cry when we sing songs about seeing Him face to face. So far, I have only seen Him with eyes of faith. I have only seen evidence of His greatness in His creation. The thought of seeing Him with my physical eyes is overwhelming.

If you come into our church one Sunday, and you like a nice, subdued heart-worship, you may not want to look my way.

Sorry. Apparently, I am a fool for Christ.

I honestly wouldn’t have it any other way.