The best and the worst

It was the "best of times and the worst of times" for me. The worship was absolutely the finest I've experienced in a while as a spectator not a musician. The worst was simply because I was not participating as a percussionist tonight.


The night started in a normal manner with normal singing and normal music but I didn't really "feel" anything for the first while. I enjoyed it but it was just "adequate". But the further we went it got better it got. I began to feel shivers in my arms at different times and knew that the spirit was really beginning to make itself present.

Eventually the spirit fully manifested itself to me through the music and the voices, my earlier shivers in the arms moved into my upper torso and then into my legs and feet. I was feeling it throughout my entire body and loving every bit of it.

Then Lawrence opened up and began to sing praise for the first time and the hairs on my head and over my whole body stood up. Then Sharon sang out with authority and was then joined by Deb and Carol. With the four of them it felt like the hairs were trying to lift my skin right off my body. I haven't felt anything like that for years. It was unbelievable and at the same time unnerving.

When Pastor R started to free form on the piano at this time I felt like the world was starting to vibrate. I couldn't remain standing anymore and had to sit down or I was going to fall down. I elected to sit down. While watching the people at the front they began to flicker and flash. Flickering in and out of my vision and flashing as white light with a few coloured pulses in a slower manner. As the music grew everything flickered and flashed and pulsed faster and faster until everything was almost blurred to invisibility. In front of the stage where the pulpit stands there was a lone figure dancing.

The movement was flowing so smoothly that everything was centred on that movement alone, no music, no people--- nothing.

The figures movement slowed more and more and gradually faded to nothing. By the time the figure faded completely and everything had stopped, everyone on stage had finished and was leaving the stage to sit down. The spirit was still being felt by everyone including myself, I just couldn't see it anymore.