Leaving a vision-casting session at church last night, to say I was pumped for Jesus would be an understatement. I felt like staying up all night to read Experiencing God by Henry Blackaby, a great book that showcases that intersection of faith and experience.
Anyway, after loading the kids in the car, the song Waiting Here For You by Christy Nockels came on the radio. Being sort of chilly, I wanted the windows up and the kids wanted the windows down. I said they could roll down their windows if they got their praise on nice and loud and let the whole city know about Jesus. (Yeah, I'm sorta like that.)
So, here we are, driving down the road, all three of us singing at the top of our lungs, hands held high, when I look in my rearview mirror and see the slapfest that has begun. "Boys," I said sternly,"That is not glorifying God."
"I am too horrifying God," came the reply.
"Yup, yup you are,"