There’s a place in Siem Reap Cambodia where I’ve found something that I think everyone looks for, whether you have God in your life or not.
This place is filled with sweet genuine joy and love. This place is filled with worship, sweet whispers, and glorious shouts to the Lord. This place is filled with encouraging words and helping hands. This place is the hearts of a family of Khmer people that live together as the body of Christ.
I am standing in a circle with a family in a church. I notice this isn’t just a family of a father, mother, and three children. This family is a village. This is a group of people that live together, eat together, pray together, worship together. This family simply does life together. This family is the CHURCH.
Singing and laughing, I am in awe of their love for each other and our heavenly Father. I feel God singing along with us. He’s singing songs of love over his children as we’re praising his name.
“This is it,” He whispers to me. “This is who I am.”
It doesn’t matter what we look like. It doesn’t matter if we’re singing the right notes. It doesn’t matter if the guitar is missing a string. It doesn’t matter if we speak a different language. It doesn’t matter if we even know each other. We are together. We are for each other. We are loved by the Father, and we love each other. This is it. This is LOVE.
Dear friends, since God so loved us, we also ought to love one another. No one has ever seen God; but if we love one another, God lives in us and his love is made complete in us.
1 John 4:11-12
