Back in July, I was blessed to participate in an event for The Crossroads Program- a sobriety program for young people and their families. The concert, held at Sandstone Amphitheater, was a celebration of how far the participants had come since entering the program. Several members of our church choir sang with the headlining band, made up completely of Crossroads participants and lead by the program director. Standing on that stage, looking out into the faces of joyful, hopeful, recovering addicts and their proud, supportive families was one of the most heart-stirring moments of my life. And though everyone was soaked in sweat, the air was full of cigarette smoke, the amps were blaring and four-letter words were not off-limits, when it was over, a mother turned to me, eyes filled with tears and said, "This was church. Tonight, we've just been to church." And I knew she was right.
For the gift of music, for a spirit that appreciates it, for a heart that misses it, and for opportunities to share it, I thank God. For the joy and hope of recovery, for heart-stirring moments, and for finding church in the least church-like of settings, I praise God.
For He is good.
HE IS GOOD, ALL THE TIME.