Sometimes when we worship, I think we are more concerned about what others around us might be thinking or what our voice sounds like. Last night I had an experience which I would say was pure worship from the heart. I went to the home of some Nicaraguan friends who are a part of a cell group that meets each Friday night in different homes. Last night it was in their home and they had invited a man who was deaf to come preach the message. What struck me was how the people were able to put aside the events of the week, their worries and struggles and focus on pure and reverent worship to God. Several different people stood up to share a song, some using scratchy and out of tune voices. But all the same their praises were lifted up as beautiful praise to God. Beautiful not because it sounded good, but because it came from a sincere and devoted heart. The man who preached communicated through Signs interpreted by a woman into Spanish and processed through my mind in English as best as possible. His passion for the unreached was evident and something he carries a burden for. Because of his inability to communicate through his voice, he is limited in being able to bring the Word to those who don’t know God. He pleaded with us last night to go out to our neighbours and present the gospel unashamed. Afterwards we shared a meal together. There is always something special about enjoying good food around a table with people. This was a particularly rich experience as our words went from Signs to Spanish to English and back again at times. What a rich fellowship we share with those who have that common bond and unity of being one in the family of God.
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