Bar Worship

The day had turned to night. The empty streets had quickly filled with tourists from all around the world. To them it may have been just another night, but to us it was like the Israelites entering the promise land.

Mark and Sharon, the co-founders of SHE ministries, had been praying 4 years for this very night.

As the sweet aroma of praise filled the air the presence of God became evident. God was in us and all around us. I stood back and watched my teammates lift their hands and cry out to God not in a church, but in a bar. I was amazed to see the men stop and listen. For one brief moment without knowing it they were in the presence of their Creator, for a moment they questioned if God was real, for one moment they asked themselves what they were doing here.

                                                    

When I saw the men flock to the bar I could feel God filling me up with joy. I stood in awe as I saw God work. I could almost tangibly feel the Holy Spirit inside me. I can’t explain it in words how I felt in that moment.

Other World Racers and YWAMers struck up conversations with some of the tourists. I thought they would leave as soon as they heard the songs talking about God. But they didn’t, the Holy Spirit was drawing them.

 
      

Unfortunately, I missed it. I missed part of the night. I wanted to capture the moment to share with others. Camera and video camera in hand I missed God. I was “doing” instead of “being.” Just to be in His presence is all He wanted from me. I knew it was what God was telling me, but I fought it for a while. Finally after my video camera battery died (okay God I get it) I put them away and just enjoyed my Savior.

                                      


But God is a God of many chances. We were blessed to go 2 more times. The next time I wasn’t going to miss God. I left my camera at home and got fired up to spend time with Him. I worshiped like no one else was in the bar. It couldn’t have been a better birthday present (it was May 7th). That night I experienced freedom I had been fighting for for a while. I surrendered it to God and didn’t care who was looking at me. I wasn’t embarrassed of my Savior. I worshiped in public as if I was the only person alive and it changed my life.

 
 
The building doesn’t make a church the presence of God does…That night we had church in a bar.