Sunday, April 25, 2010

You hear music in the background.

Sleepy Hollow Cemetery
Westchester County, New York

I am at Harvest Christian Fellowship in Riverside, California. Pastor Greg Laurie is at the podium, inviting the unsaved and the backslidden to leave the comfort and anonymity of the pew and “come forward” to receive Christ's invitation to salvation. The praise band is leading 3,000 voices in the invitational hymn, "He Knows My Name". 
With each round, the tension mounts, random shouts of "Thank you, Jesus," punctuate the fervency of the hymn, as sinner after sinner negotiates a pew filled with congregants to ascend the wide, carpeted aisles leading to the pulpit.
I have a Maker
He formed my heart
Before even time began
My life was in his hands

He knows my name
He knows my every thought
He sees each tear that falls
And He hears me when I call

I have a Father
He calls me His own
He'll never leave me
No matter where I go

He knows my name
He knows my every thought
He sees each tear that falls
And He hears me when I call

I’m in my pew with my then boyfriend, Mike, and his neighbors, whom we have invited to join us at church. I’m remembering April 10, 1974. It was a Sunday night service at Pomona First Baptist Church.

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