I’m tired, sweating, and elated. I’ve just stepped back from the microphone with my guitar, and I can hear shouts of praise through my in-ear monitors.
Though there are lights shining in my eyes, I can make out the silhouette of people jumping, lifting their hands, and praising God.
The pastor walks to the platform where I’m standing and says, “Can’t you feel God’s presence?” I can. Read the Full Article →