December 20, 2020
During worship this morning, as the band finished leading us in song, our son stood at the mic, arms outstretched, silent. His lips were moving and he was weeping as he prayed for the congregation. Our granddaughter Eliza had just finished leading us in “O Holy Night,” and he just stood there, silently praying. Finally, he spoke, leading us in prayer. I could easily be accused of favoritism, and would not deny it, but being presented before the Lord in such a way became for me a holy moment.
The service continued with a wonderful time of baptism for a new believer, and powerful preaching from our pastor, but what moved me most were those moments where we stood in silence as we were lifted in prayer. Being blessed in prayer is always an experience of grace; coming from one’s son is grace upon grace, for which I am thankful tonight.
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