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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Worship (corporate) (10/04/07)

TITLE: The Essence of Worship
By Debbie Roome


The cable car revolved slowly; a dew drop on a silken thread, stretched against jumbled cliffs of sandstone and granite. I pressed my face to the glass, marvelling at what God had made.

In the background, a tour guide gave a running commentary. “Table Mountain rises a kilometre above Cape Town and overlooks the southern most point of Africa. Once we reach the summit, you’ll enjoy a stunning panorama across the city, the ocean and the peninsula.”

Her words were an understatement. Magnificent views unfurled in every direction, rolling to the horizon in swathes of blue, green and grey. Far below, Cape Town looked like a toy city with Lego-block buildings and silent cars scurrying like ants. A fringe of purest yellow beaches merged with turquoise and royal seas that wrinkled gently in the breeze.

“Oh, God,” I whispered, “I feel like I’m on top of the world.” My senses rippled with joy as I wandered freely across the plateau, weaving through scrubby bushes and clambering over massive boulders. It was as I approached the western escarpment that I heard it. A snatch of melody. A tune that sounded familiar.

“This is the air I breathe,”

Yes, I knew that song. My feet increased in tempo, rushing, pattering as I sought the source, my spirit stirred by their worship.

“This is the air I breathe,
Your holy presence living in me.”

It was a group of women, a diversity of cultures linked by a common bond. I stopped still, observing for a moment. Oblivious to my presence, they sang in rich, pure harmony, hands uplifted, eyes raised to heaven, authentic worship pouring from their lips.

“I’m desperate for You,
And I’m lost without You.”

I glanced round. Everyone had stopped what they were doing, mesmerized by what was happening. “It’s God.” I wanted to tell them. “They’re worshipping the Creator. The one who created this beauty.”

“This is my daily bread,
Your very Word spoken to me,”

The presence of God was irresistible. A sacred warmth in a cathedral of rocky pews and domed skies. The women worshipped on, their song echoing across craggy peaks and far flung valleys.

“I’m desperate for You,
And I’m lost without You.”

I took a step and joined the circle, my voice rising to join with theirs. It was almost tangible, the sweetness that immersed us, the liquid love that surrounded us, the fragrant oil that melted our hearts.

“This is the air I breathe,”

A warm wind drifted by and with it I heard the whisper of God. “In spirit and truth, this is the kind of worship the Father seeks.” It was a defining moment, a glimpse of heaven.

Hands outstretched, I prayed for those around us; for eyes to be opened, for souls to be touched, for lives to be transformed as we sang. Then once again, our worship streamed forth and God took it and purified it and filled the mountain with His presence.


Based on a true experience I had on top of Table Mountain in 2004

Words from song - “Breathe” by Marie Barnett 1995 Mercy/Vineyard Publishing.

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Lynda Schultz 10/11/07
What a wonderful experience, beautifully told, and makes me appreciate once more the hand of the Creator in the world that surrounds me. Well done.
Dee Yoder 10/11/07
I wish I could have been a part of such a beautiful, holy moment! That must have been great. You expressed the scenery and the experience in vivid detail. I could almost hear the raised voices of the women praising their God.
Diane Bertrand10/11/07
Makes me wish I'd have been there.
Janice Cartwright10/11/07
I can't think of anything more breathtaking than the spontaneous worship set against the backdrop of God's marvelous creation you have just described so artfully. A real masterpiece and so authentic.
Joanne Sher 10/12/07
Love the weaving of the song through this piece. I was lifted up with you.
LauraLee Shaw10/12/07
This piece was tender and moving, yet powerful. I found this last part to be particularly inspired by God:
"Hands outstretched, I prayed for those around us; for eyes to be opened, for souls to be touched, for lives to be transformed as we sang."

True worship does not want to stay contained....it wants others to taste it, too. God is all over this testimony for sure!
Verna Cole Mitchell 10/13/07
This is a beautiful story of worship. I love the lyrics woven throughout.
william price10/14/07
Creative and effective concept in weaving the song with the story. Great job. God bless.
Therese Witkus10/14/07

You drew me into your mystical moment. Your great skills perform mightily for our dear Lord.
Beth LaBuff 10/15/07
Wow! What an experience. Your vivid descriptions took us there. I enjoyed the "Lego-block buildings" and "royal seas that wrinkled gently in the breeze." Now that beautiful song is running through my mind. Wonderful writing!
Jan Ackerson 10/16/07
Beautiful--I especially liked the sentence that began "It was almost tangible..." And you've used one of my favorite songs, too. Very, very nice.
Sheri Gordon10/18/07
Congratulations on your EC. This is beautifully written. I felt like I was there with you.
Sharlyn Guthrie10/18/07
Congrats on your highly commended. Sorry I didn't read this earlier this week. It's lovely, and I like knowing that it's true!