Sitting at piano, with a heart inclined toward her Savior, her voice composed a melody of praise. Sweet praise songs to One seated on the throne. Singing out in awe of Him.
In the midst of leading worship, she paused.
Skipped notes and deep breaths, her voice gave way, but the refrain danced off fingers, stroking keys while chorus continued in faint voices of those sitting next to me.
Every word seemed to catch in her throat and in this sacred moment, I realized.
Jesus is taking her breath away.
Although leading us, she was escorted into His presence with a quickened heart. Enraptured in a moment of her own, she realized too.
Jesus is breathtaking.
I happened on a scene like this before. I remember it distinctly. The quiet midnight hour, the settling in the room, holy pages turned. Witness to the most glorious worship scene of my mind’s eye.
Then I looked and heard the voice of many angels, numbering thousands upon thousands, and ten thousand times ten thousand. They encircled the throne and the living creatures and the elders. In a loud voice they sang:
“Worthy is the Lamb, who was slain,
to receive power and wealth and wisdom and strength
and honor and glory and praise!”
Again and again, I inhaled this spiritual landscape, catching new glimpses of a brilliance graced.
And I wept.
Jesus took my breath away.
The mystery of this moment etched on the history of tomorrow haunts and entices all the same. Radiant throne of worship, flashes of lightning, rainbow encircled throne.
Then I heard every creature in heaven and on earth and under the earth and on the sea, and all that is in them, singing:
“To him who sits on the throne and to the Lamb
be praise and honor and glory and power,
for ever and ever!”
The four living creatures said, “Amen,” and the elders fell down and worshiped.
Black words inked on pages brought me face to face with the Lamb. And in paled comparison, I fell down and worshipped. Casting aside every tattered burden, He became my burden. The one I longingly ached to know deeper.
How has Jesus taken your breath away?
