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Topic: Worship (corporate) (10/04/07)
TITLE: Apple Crumb Cake
By Robert MacLeod
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I found myself at the house of a very close friend where I was to spend the night. Needing to get something from the car, I said good night and headed to the street.
As I walked down the driveway I saw someone standing on the side walk. It was a girl of around twelve years. Her eyes were closed and her face was turned to the starry sky. Hearing me she looked my way then disappeared into the shadows.
Seeing this girl brought a flood of memories. Feeling as if I had been knocked off my feet I headed back to the house. The memories were of a trip I had taken several years ago to Ireland. They were not of the trip in general, but of a single day. A day that I had somehow completely forgot. The images overwhelmed me as if I were reliving them.
My wife and I were entering a small town built on a small peninsula along the Irish Sea. We soon were invited into a home and treated as members of the family. We shared a polite conversation about the places we had been so far, and the places we had left to explore. While talking with this family we were distracted by a sound coming from outside. It was the sound of several young girls, their voices somewhere between talking and singing. Drawn by the sound we where hearing we excused ourselves and walked the short distance to the beach. What we then experienced is now hard for me to explain.
Looking down the length of the beach we saw many young girls. The one nearest to us was some ten feet or so above the surface of the beach. Her feet were together as if standing her arms were swepped wide open, slightly behind her. Her back was arched to though her head back and face the blue sky above. Eyes closed, she was singing. Her song was simple and child like, she was praising God. Many others were down the length of the beach all facing east over the town. Many of them were more than one hundred feet off the ground. There songs were different, but all were praising God.
We stayed for the day as welcome guests of the small town; we felt that we were finally at home. Unable to prolong our stay we left before evening. Somehow as we left the entire day was forgotten. Forgotten, until I saw the girl on my friends front yard facing east over the house. Making it back to the house I went in to tell my friend.
She had lived in Ireland when she was young. Telling her what I had seen and forgotten she shook her head and said I was describing an old legend and must be needing some sleep. I pressed her with the story and said it was real. Without saying it in clear words she told me to forget it. It was not something for me to remember.
I was confused and upset by her reaction. I went outside to find the girl I had seen. Reaching the driveway I was struck with a thought. I realized I was risking forgetting this day once more. Perhaps the memory was a gift I could keep.
I then found myself in my bed, awake. It must have been three or four in the morning. The dream, like so many had seemed so real. I wanted to go back to see them worship God. It was so simple and pure. They had not been distracted with thoughts of the day, or concerns in their life, or even the fact that they were up in the air! They just worshiped their Creator.
The dream stayed with me all day. I felt like I was missing something. Though I never expect to find myself hovering above the ground like some sidewalk illusionist, I want what those children had. They knew God in a way that nothing else mattered. Their hope, their love, their reason for life was Him.
Tonight, I will eat the rest of the apple crumb cake. All praise be to God.
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