The Heartbeat of God.

Some people argue that the Holy Spirit and his gifts were put to rest long ago when Jesus left this earth. Others even claim that it never existed. I have a much different theory than the latter two : the Holy Spirit is alive and well in my own life and millions of people around the
world as well.

That being said, last night at my youth group we had a time of worship that was unique for our group. Instead of singing on the microphone and having the mighty drum set leading the procession of our band, we had intimate guitars and a bongo type beat going on. The band had come down off the stage to ground level, causing the already timid students to holdback from coming up front even more than usual. But the worship went on, and the hearts that have been captured by God's love sang in unadulterated reverance to his name.

I however, stayed back and just took in the moment and the love i felt from my creator. I observed the puberty sticken boys and girls on higher levels of the seating not quite connecting with the majestic beauty of the moment. Others had blank stares on their faces, perhaps not comfortable or familiar with worshiping. Then there were the few who were set apart, Gods chosen few who have their names written in the book of life. Their often found on their knees praying, their hands held high with their hearts abandoned or oddly givinig their time and love like it will never run out. Those were the few that recieved great reward from this tender moment with their saviour.

While i was sitting there, i read 1 Corinthians 3 , about how Paul showed the people who God was not by mans wisdom, but by God working in the people. He didnt baby the gospel or have to beef it up for people to fall madly in love with God, it was what it was, and it was truth. The truth set the people free.

By the last song of worship i was ready to just close my eyes and listen for Gods voice, and thats when i heard the heartbeat of God. The sound of a few dozen teenagers singing became the 100 million angels singing to Jesus Christ on the right hand of God at this very second. The stage lights that shine dimly on the band and its audience was the glorioius light of God himself, radiating the heavens beyond comprehension. Then there was the beat of the band, two hands and a box like drum became something so significant my heart could barely understand it. It became the heartbeat of God, just like it leads the band, keeps the tempo, God himself in the same way leads my life, its my salvation and my reason. The heartbeat of God calls me home day after day. Its what i live for and its what i will die for, that is my God. And as i layed my head down to sleep after all of this revelation, all i heard was his heartbeat, as i layed my head on his chest. Thats my God. Could a God withouth a Holy Spirit do that? You tell me.