It’s 9:45 pm on St. Patrick’s Day. I sit here, on the roof of our hotel, in the middle of Ho Chi Minh City. The sounds of people on the street and motorcycles passing below are slightly muffled by the music coming out of my computer’s speakers.
Rooftop worship. It’s funny because for the past 5 St. Patrick’s Days the word “rooftop” would have meant a rooftop bar and the only kind of worship I was doing was the worship of green beer.
Today has been a reminder of where God has brought me from and how He has changed my heart. This is not to say that St. Patrick’s Day was the only day of the year that I sinned or that throwing on some green clothes and doing a little celebrating is a bad thing. For me, today represents a different celebration. A celebration of the Father who never let me run too far before bringing me back to Him. I’ve been listening to a song that says, “You, and You alone, keep bringing me back home.”
He sought after me even when I was knowingly turning from Him. He continues to seek after me when I turn to worldly ways. He is faithful. He is always good. He deserves some rooftop worship so I’m going to return to that and leave you all with a song that I’ve had playing on repeat…
