Sep 22, 2018
5 min read
The People are the Promises
Today we visited a church to hear a family we love play music. Filling the small, high-ceiling sanctuary were the organs of gospel music and the cadence of Americana. The fat and tender guitar riffs drifted into my soul. God was pressing on me, as he had many times before in worship. It nearly always took the form of tears, and this time was no exception.
