Passion '08
Passion 08
6,000 people roaring to the worship of one god, singing and shouting the praise of the One that saves. The picture before you is only a simple taste of the vision of millions in heaven worshipping for all of eternity. As God looks down from His throne, just think of what He thinks with His children gather in one place going hoarse for the sake of the overflow of passion pouring from their heart. With great expectation, I went to Passion wanting something real, wanting something great, and I can’t say I was disappointed. However, conferences, praise bands, and speakers seem to extend a sense of clarity to the wondering heart but for me, it did the opposite. I feel more confused and scattered than when I arrived. So many powerful things are tossed at you from the words of these gifted men of God spreading a Word designed to reach millions. The more you try to take in the more you feel like you loose the glory in your memory. When leaving, there are hundreds of things flowing through your mind, fighting for your attention persuading you to chew on it first. You feel like selling everything you have and moving to some endogenous people in Africa, You feel inadequate to just talk to a lonely woman at your church. You feel lost in your heavenly ambition and at the same time doubt that leeches onto you. You feel happy, angry, scared, sad, and desperate all in the same thought. With all that is marinating in your head, you know one thing for sure: fear. Fear in every way you can feel it. Reverent fear of an overcoming God, fear of missing out on God’s glory, fear of screwing it up, fear you never had a chance to experience in the first place. Fear to try and believe in something bigger, fear that you aren’t reaching high enough. What is there to do? Nothing, this fear is to sit and accumulate, building urgency until God whispers that secret. Like air out of a balloon, the pressure releases and everything can make sense. So with the pressure building, I wait for it, listening and dreaming, about ready to pop.
6,000 people roaring to the worship of one god, singing and shouting the praise of the One that saves. The picture before you is only a simple taste of the vision of millions in heaven worshipping for all of eternity. As God looks down from His throne, just think of what He thinks with His children gather in one place going hoarse for the sake of the overflow of passion pouring from their heart. With great expectation, I went to Passion wanting something real, wanting something great, and I can’t say I was disappointed. However, conferences, praise bands, and speakers seem to extend a sense of clarity to the wondering heart but for me, it did the opposite. I feel more confused and scattered than when I arrived. So many powerful things are tossed at you from the words of these gifted men of God spreading a Word designed to reach millions. The more you try to take in the more you feel like you loose the glory in your memory. When leaving, there are hundreds of things flowing through your mind, fighting for your attention persuading you to chew on it first. You feel like selling everything you have and moving to some endogenous people in Africa, You feel inadequate to just talk to a lonely woman at your church. You feel lost in your heavenly ambition and at the same time doubt that leeches onto you. You feel happy, angry, scared, sad, and desperate all in the same thought. With all that is marinating in your head, you know one thing for sure: fear. Fear in every way you can feel it. Reverent fear of an overcoming God, fear of missing out on God’s glory, fear of screwing it up, fear you never had a chance to experience in the first place. Fear to try and believe in something bigger, fear that you aren’t reaching high enough. What is there to do? Nothing, this fear is to sit and accumulate, building urgency until God whispers that secret. Like air out of a balloon, the pressure releases and everything can make sense. So with the pressure building, I wait for it, listening and dreaming, about ready to pop.
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