How can beautiful and mess be put together? They don’t belong with each other; however, it is exactly what I mean.
We went to church in the Philippines this past Sunday and compared to what I am used to, the music was a complete mess. (I don’t mean this in a negative way but merely as observation and reference for those at home) The drums seemed always just barely off, the main woman who was singing would randomly stop and speak in tagalog… which I liked but was just noise to my ears since all I know is how to say thank you and no thank you… However, for just a moment I closed my eyes and breathed it in and thought, “This could be exactly what heaven will be like.” God loves when we worship him, it doesn’t always have to be through song; however, he also doesn’t care what we sound like. All of a sudden this Mess I saw became a Beautiful Mess to my ears. Seeing the heart of God by listening. The singers sang with such abandonment, it didn’t matter what we thought or how it sounded because it wasn’t for us in the first place. They were singing to please God and that was their only aim.
The most Beautiful Mess it was, Heaven on earth.
