Last night I preached about the cross of Christ, presenting the gospel for the 180 or so high school students here at Mt. Hermon. When I finished the message, the students were sent out to a 30 minute time of silence and solitude. From there they came together at the outside amphitheater for acoustic worship.
As the students came in, there was something different "in the air." Worship began and what happened left me speechless. I can't even describe what happened. My best attempt: the Holy Spirit "came into that place" in a way that I can't ever remember experiencing. The worship was pure. Hands raise. Tears shed. Grateful hearts for what Christ did for us on the cross. Hugs and encouragement. Prayer as a family.
As I worshipped and watched what was going on, I saw in my mind's eye a blanket falling over all of the people there worshipping. It pumped me up. So then I prayed this, "Holy Spirit, fall in this place like a Snuggie for each person here. May each person experience you personally."
And I believe he did. I am still speechless. I am looking forward to what happens next.