The other day I was walking back from breakfast listening to some incredible worship music by a group called Watermark.
Now, to my non-theist friends this will make no sense at all and probably get them thinking that it's time for an intervention or maybe just a quick call to our local mental health authorities. That's OK, I totally understand.
My believing friends (not the ones that go to a cool club they call church, but the ones that believe that this world is only a dirty smudge of the true reality... you know who you are) will get this.
Anyway, listening as I went, I was caught up. It's hard to explain if you've never been there. Sometimes in worship, a switch flips. It's like getting hit with a truck full of good - the real good - the truth. It's like God takes his finger and wipes the grime off the window through which we see our world. You feel for a moment what might be a billionth of a fraction what God's presence might be like and if it got any stronger you just might be unmade... It happens quickly, then just as quickly goes away.
It's what C.S. Lewis called Joy.
“True, it was desire, not possession. But then what I had felt on the walk had also been desire, and only possession in so far as that kind of desire is itself desirable, is the fullest possession we can know on earth; or rather, because the very nature of Joy makes nonsense of our common distinction between having and wanting. There, to have is to want and to want is to have. Thus, the very moment when I longed to be stabbed again, was itself again such a stabbing.”
― C.S. Lewis, Surprised by Joy
Anyway, I'm running on.
During this moment, with tears running down my face (I was glad to have my Ray-Bans on...) I looked up, being thankful for such a moment. Then it was gone as quick as it came. The thought struck me that the sky looked pretty cool and the geek in me decided it was a good time to grab my phone and take a picture. Sorry, the geek in me is strong...
Fast forward a day or two later. I had forgotten about taking the picture. This morning I get one of those annoying alerts that Google sends about having uploaded photos. I take a lot of pictures and mostly just swipe the alerts away. This time I clicked to see what was uploaded since I couldn't remember when the last picture I had taken was...
This is what I found.
It brings psalm 19 to mind...
The heavens declare the glory of God;
the skies proclaim the work of his hands.
Day after day they pour forth speech;
night after night they reveal knowledge.
They have no speech, they use no words;
no sound is heard from them.
Yet their voice goes out into all the earth,
their words to the ends of the world.