had church by yourself? I mean, get down, get funky, foot stomping, teary-eyed, body jerkin’ chuuuurrrrrch…the kind that comes upon you by listening to anointed music and preparing yourself for service. Oh boy, that is the space I find myself in RIGHT NOW.

I am in total awe of the Lord. The God I serve who has chosen to overlook my faults, who sent His only son to die for the likes of this messed up Latina. As I prepare for our service on Sunday and our first Lord’s supper, I am just overwhelmed with His presence. I mean, tongue speaking (yeah) tears rolling, nose running kind of overwhelming presence.

I need more moments like this. The more I need to do the more I need Jesus. He is the source of my strength. The reason for my sanity. The reason my life is what it is right now. Oh Hallelujah! These are the times that I go back to my pentecostal fundie roots…because for all the crazy, messed up things my elders did, one thing they did reaaaalllll good was seek the presence of the Lord and enjoy it when He showed up. As we become involved in discussions involving postmodern ministry especially among non-persons of color, I find the element that is missing FOR ME (not that it is for them) is the experiential. That powerful, all-consuming presence of God that you can’t mistake as too much emotionalism. You get me?

I am enjoying my God being with me right now. I hope a little bit of Him envelopes me so that I can take it to service on Sunday. When I feel this way, I feel I can face any challenge, any enemy, any surprise challenge…I mean I feel like I could kick some real butt…bad guy butt (devil/demon), of course. THEN life happens and I wonder where all that went…have you ever?