One Hot Night in Raleigh…

This is the RBC Center. Home of the Carolina Hurricanes, 2006 Stanley Cup Champions. I was there last night, along with 16,499 others. We weren’t there for the ‘Canes. We weren’t there for NC State. We weren’t there for a concert.

We came together last night, men, women, children of all ages (Caroline Ruth among them), different races and nationalities, and we sang:

I believe in God the Father, Almighty Maker of Heaven and Maker of earth”

We came together not for a sporting event. No, we came together to sing:

And in Jesus Christ His only begotten Son, our Lord”

We came together not to be entertained, but to sing:

“I believe that He Who suffered was crucified, buried and dead”

We did not come to be made much of, but to make much of our Lord:

“He descended into Hell and on the third day He rose again!”

I’ve seen that building full of people screaming and jumping and shouting for our Canes. I always wondered why can’t we do the same for our God? Why is it that it’s ok to go nuts when Eric Staal scores a big goal, or Manny hits one over the Monsta, but not when we’re singing about our Savior? I ask this of myself everytime I’m at a game: what would this place be like full of people singing about Jesus?

The answer: absolutely awesome! As we sang the words that I wrote above, I saw 16,500 people on their feet praising the Name of the Lord God. I’m reaching for words to describe the feeling I had at that moment, and the only thing I can think of is that it must be a tiny little bit like Heaven: the saints praising the One Who saved us.

It was a moment that resonated deep within me. It was a moment when I was doing what I was created to do: praise God. And to be doing it, in that setting, with all those hundreds of people…that was freaking awesome! And to see my little girl, one year old, clapping her hands and raising them up to her Maker…well, I can’t even begin to describe how that makes me feel!

If you’re curious as to what I mean by all this, check out this link:

It was a moment when I was definitely in my sweet spot.

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