Deaf Choir

Last night we had a deaf choir from Baton Rouge come and lead worship for us. Quite possibly the best worship I've experienced...ever. There was a love for Jesus and the Gospel that is absent in most churches today. Besides being really really good, they were loving, appreciative, and real. There were some people who could hear on stage with them and helped with the translating and all of them had a heart for the Lord. I couldn't quit thinking last night about how awesome it was that even though the black people on stage were deaf, they still had rhythm. I know most of us white folks just can't seem to look cool when we dance, walk, or do anything really, but last night they all looked so smooth. I guess it is true what they say, "You don't listen to music...you feel it." Last night we felt the presence of God...not because we had some really neat, rhythmatic people on stage leading us in worship, but because they truly sought glory for the Father and I have much appreciation for that.