Loose dirt on the church floor pulses with the beat of the drum. As the people dance in unison more clay is kicked into the atmosphere. Eventually the earth fills the air like a fine mist covering the congregants. It is as though the Holy Spirit himself is wrapped around the dust particles encapsulating the worshipers.
This is what makes the hike up the hill worth it. This is what makes our tired feet not feel so sore. It’s the hope of finding a small church, nestled atop a hill, armed only with an anointing and a tribal drum, powerfully praising God. And in this place worship is raw and powerful. Voices are untrained and unashamed. It’s beautiful.
It reminds me of the simplicities in life and how we tend to make things complex by adding detail, technology and variables.
Life is beautiful units simplicity. Life is about community. It’s about vulnerability. Its about love, sacrifice, and relationship. And, A good drum beat, well, that is just an added bonus.
