The air was thick with the Holy Spirit, voices ringing out in worship. My voice was singing along with the words:
“We are the sons and daughters, no longer slaves to fear.”
I remembered when I was at my own Training Camp: the fear, the control, the tears, the breakthroughs. I remembered the journey I had been on. Now I was back in the same place, but I was on the other side. I was at the Training Camp for January squads C,D and E, and was among the staff from the AIM office present for ministry. Now instead being in tears because of my own brokenness, I was in tears for THEIR brokenness.
“We are the sons and daughters, no longer slaves to fear.”
I saw all of the World Race staff worshipping alongside myself, strangers to the Racers that stood before us, yet the community that I have grown to love and cherish in these last 4 months. I remembered when those same staff were scary super-Christians my eyes. And now I was worshipping next to them, all of us praying for breakthrough for the participants in front of us. All of a sudden, the music was stopping, and the band had stopped singing. The staff was quiet, but the voices continued.
“We are the sons and daughters, no longer slaves to fear.”
The Racers were singing, their voices rising without urging. They continued repeating the words to their heart’s cry:
“We are the sons and daughters, no longer slaves to fear.”
