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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: Worship (corporate) (10/04/07)

TITLE: The Window
By Samuel Connelly


I remember being in a Sunday evening service at a little church in Oroville California. The song service was good, but I will never forget the special song because of the window.

I remember watching the young black man in a nice pinstriped suit sit at the organ and start playing. His fingers were pure magic. The chords and vibrations coming out of that old B3 Hammond shook me; goose bumps covered my arms like chicken skin and the hair on my neck stood straight up. Then a very heavy grey haired woman walked to the microphone and smiled. Against her dark chocolate skin, her smile was a blemishless strand of pearls.

Then she sang.

My eyes closed tightly, my hands gripped into hard fists, and my whole body flinched. I clinched my teeth together and my soul wanted to scream. Something wondrously indescribable had erupted in that church house. Then I remember falling back, through a window.

Opening my eyes I found myself outside. I was in a huge crowd. There were people all around me. I jumped up to look over their heads but as far as I could see in every direction were people. I was in an ocean; the number of people around me was something I could never dream of.

A trumpet sounded in the distance. Everyone started running in the same direction. Sounds of horns, bass, flutes, and other instruments could be heard just over the rise. I ran with the herd. As I came to the top of the rise, I saw in front of me a massive valley, several miles in length. The valley floor, the sides of the valley, and over the top, was all covered with people, like a beautiful multi-colored carpet.

In the center of the valley was a large rock standing tall like a tower. At the base was a golden throne. Thunder cracked the atmosphere and a man stood on the top of the towering rock. He raised his hands into the air and silence swept the crowds like a calm blanket. A humming sound broke the silence. As it increased I could hear that it was a symphony. It got louder and louder, and the ground began to rumble. The melody connected with my soul in some amazing way and my heart seemed to beat in sync with it. The rumbling increased, and everyone one started to hum in response to the music. I found myself humming as well.

All my emotions became painfully but wonderfully heightened. I could feel everything, everyone, every sound. As I watched the man on the rock, suddenly, two massive dove-like wings appeared from his back. They spread into the air fully outstretched. The rock, from the base, caught on fire – white and blue flames. The rumbling become almost too violent to keep a good footing on.

The man pointed ahead of him, down to the other end of the valley. A red carpet came from the thrones and rolled out about a quarter of a mile. The symphony silenced and the people hushed – the rumbling stopped.

Suddenly a beam of white light pierced the blue sky. It went through the clouds, and out through space. What appeared to be a small comet shot down through the beam and stuck the earth impacting the ground and sending a dust mushroom into the air. The dust cleared and in the midst of the small crater stood a man dressed in a white. The man on the rock shouted at the top of his lungs,


The crowds erupted with shouts; the music shattered the atmosphere, the excitement and emotions were like tangible electricity. I could barely see Him walking the carpet to sit at His throne. I t was no use I could not find control over my emotions. I cried, and laughed, and yelled, and cheered. We all did - pure worship. I became delirious – drunk with passion. There was a feeling of cool glass on my back.

“She’s got some voice huh?” My little brother said.

I opened my eyes. I was standing in the little church with my hands in the air. I was back. I didn’t want to be back, I had been with creation in a worship service. I wanted to go back, but how. I left the church both happy and miserable, and I’ve spent most of my life searching for another window.

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LauraLee Shaw10/11/07
A true worship experience will take us to another place, as you so powerfully described. "I'll fly away, Oh Glory, I'll fly away..." dying to ourselves is what takes us there. Beautiful.
terri tiffany10/11/07
Wonderful writing!! I loved your descriptions but mostly how you added the dialogue and brought us back - good ending!!
Debbie Wistrom10/12/07
I went with you and also came back, but rally didn't want to, thanks for the images.
Joanne Sher 10/13/07
Very vivid descriptions. Enjoyed this.