Cardboard Testimonies

There is nothing like the fragrance of a room where people are being real. Raw real.

It's like the tangible healing presence of God is standing right beside you. daring you to step out. pleading you to receive the very wholeness you crave. the exact healing you're witnessing someone else's life display.

This skit is one of the most powerful things I've EVER seen. Everytime I've watched it, I've cried. I just can't help it.

But this morning, as 30ish people from my church presented their own version of Cardboard Testimonies, it was all I could do to keep it together.

Actually, I take that back...because I didn't even try. Why bother attempting to hide the emotion bursting in me?? I cried. I cheered. I praised. loudly.

To see people I know on a very personal level humbly confessing an assortment of Godly intervention in the midst of their *crap* was overwhelming.

In the best way possible.

I'm still moved. I'm beyond encouraged. and I've never loved my church family as much as I did today. As some of our own bared all...while the rest of us cried and hollered and cheered our excitement of a broken life redeemed. and The One who orchestrated it all.

In case you're interested, here's the link to the original version of the song. Love Love Love it!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JoC1ec-lYps