I went to see the McCrary Sisters a few weeks ago. Oh my, what a treat. Amazingly talented, full of life and excited about Jesus. They ushered us into the awe inspiring presence of God with their music and with their passion. My husband said it best when he said it looked like joy. Joy that left me wanting more.

I want to be them when I grow up!
 
I don’t know about anybody else, but I had church that night. I didn’t sit in a congregation looking at a pulpit with an altar and a baptistry. I was at 3rd & Lindsley – a bar in downtown Nashville. Let that sink in for a moment. A bar. And yes, God met me there. In a more tangible way than I have seen in a long time. More so than I have had in any traditional church in a very long time. It was refreshing. And eye opening – He doesn’t need the trappings of religion to be able to touch people. I always knew that, but to see it in action was definitely an experience! It didn’t matter that there was no welcome time, no offering taken, no spoken message. The universal language of music spoke volumes. Love, hope, faith and praise. All spoken in a bar. Loudly!

And it was amazing!

Watching these four ladies on stage was an experience I wouldn’t trade for anything. Their passion was a living, breathing thing. Another presence in the room. Something I wanted to spend a whole lot of time with. I think Jesus sat with us in that bar and was pleased with what He saw.

People with broken hearts and broken spirits hearing that there’s someone who cares. About their brokenness and the tears that they’ve shed. In a place where people go to fill that god-shaped hole in their hearts with other people and numb the hurt with a beer or two or three.

This night they found what they were looking for, what they really needed. Whether they accepted it or not is another story indeed but the seeds of love and hope were planted. In a bar. In Nashville.

I want to be them when I grow up!

In my brokenness and unbelief, in my weakness and unworthiness, I want to be filled with the same passion. Unashamed that I am a lover of Christ.

I want to sing again . . .

You can have my heart, though it isn’t new,
It’s been used and broken, and only comes in blue,
It’s been down a long road, and it got dirty along the way,
If I give it to you, will you make it clean and wash the shame away?You can have my heart, if you don’t mind broken things,
You can have my life; you don’t mind these tears,
Well, I heard that you make old things new, so I give these pieces all to you,
If you want it, you can have my heart.

So beyond repair, nothing I could do,
I tried to fix it myself, but it was only worse when I got through,
Then you walk right into my darkness and you speak words so sweet,
And you hold me like a child, ’til my frozen tears fall at your feet.

You can have my heart, if you don’t mind broken things,
You can have my life if you don’t mind these tears,

Well, I heard that you make all things new, so I give these pieces up to you,
 If you want it, you can have my heart.
 
“Broken Things”
Buddy & Julie Miller 

 “Sing for joy to God our strength; shout aloud to the God of Jacob!”
Psalm 81:1

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