This past weekend, we went into the big city to check out Missions Fest for the first time. Was it worth the time, expense and energy? Without a doubt! Rather than rehearse all the details I put together these impressions. I was struck by the incredible privilege of being part of the family of God, standing en masse (1500+) to worship God together as one, and in contrast I thought of how very different is the atmosphere when people gather to pursue their own pleasure irrespective of God’s Kingdom. There’s no comparison.
A gathering from hither and yon’ of saints-the church-His Body
Eagerness to hear
Awe of God ——Attentiveness to hear His instructions
“What does the Lord require of me?”
Seeking to put God’s Kingdom first
God IS alive!——God is MOVING!——-GOD IS AWESOME in this place and all over the world!
Expectancy to see God at work in our sphere of influence and join in!
To confirm His calling
in our times.
This was the celebration rightly called MISSIONS FEST!
It could hardly have been in greater contrast to the atmosphere of the ‘fertile plain’ we’d just glimpsed, the strip of imitation ‘life’ we caught a glimpse of on our recent trip to Las Vegas.
Crowds flock there too. Conventions gather.
But there is no glory, only transient glamour.
No music of heaven, only noise—the incessant drone of casino din (ding,ding,ding,ding,ding,ding…)
The smoky haze of worship misdirected yields no purpose that energizes
Only drained countenance, weary of life,
Bored to death with pushing buttons,
watching outcomes in vain.
Hope dulled by disappointment
Despair settling on shoulders, dismal