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Willest and Illest & Worship

Hey Readers,
God Is looking for those who
will not be afraid to seek Him.

I had this piece to write some time back, after going to a concert at local restaurant here in the Bahamas. It was a Friday night and I wanted to go out, unfortunately being single with limited friends, I did not have a choice of company, so I ventured out solo. I happened to get a seat at the Bar to get a quick bite to eat, however, to my surprise they were preparing for a concert. The band appearing was Willest and Illest, a local Reggae Band and they same to be quite popular as the restaurant began to get filled quickly.

This was the first time, I would have heard of them as well as see them perform. As I ordered a bite to eat, I made up my mind to take in the show since I was already there. Let me tell you, the place was packed to capacity, I guess the Bahamas knew something I did not know… in that this band was amazing, and was such a refreshing talent. The show was worth being utterly squeezed in at the Bar.

As an attendee in the crowd, I noticed a number of things during the night from the perspective of worship. Being in a secular arena, made me draw a comparison of the way we worship.

As the Band took the stage there was such an electrified atmosphere, the crowd was eager and waiting to hear their sound. All eyes were towards the stage and when the lead singer walked to the Mic his presence was comforting and uplifting he smiled and he begun to sing. I notice how is eyes scanned the room, making contact with his listeners, convincing them to draw in. At one point he stared at me as to say, are you feeling me, are you hearing my song, listen I've got something to say…to tell you the truth, his passionate performance convinced me that he loved what he did, the music that played he soaked in every bit, he lead the crowd in a moment of secular worship that was amazing. Both the Leader, the Band and the crowd were a part of this amazing worship experience of Reggae music

I sat there in amazement, looking at the attendees and seeing them completely involved in this performance and it took me to our Sunday Morning worship, where sometimes we don't show up until we get pumped up. When Willest showed up, he brought his passion to the forefront, he was a part of that music and it showed. The crowd who came out in full force were ready to be apart of the experience.

My mind ultimately went to worship  in our churches, how we show up on a Sunday morning  as a routine daily perhaps with no expectation of discovering a great experience. I wonder if both the Worship Leader would be in a place where their worship is not just a ritual but is very much a part of who they are. I wonder if the crowd, the congregants would be inspired  not only by the  ambiance or sound but  fuel the atmosphere throughout their personal worship.  A worship that is to lift up the Creator God, to exalt and make him large, if we all come to realize that he is our focus and corporately agree to join in chorus, in adoration and praise to our God, what amazing things can happen in an atmosphere filled with praise.

If only we could be filled to the brim with passion ignoring what is going on around us and focused on the One! If only we could encourage each other to share in the worship experience by a smile, by a touch, an aurora that the Presence of God lives inside of us…by Letting our worship show Jesus.

So, back to the band, what I learnt from Willest and Illest is that if you're gonna worship, give it your best shot, leave it all there, give everything out of yourself and enjoy the moment. I think that is what God is requiring for us in this season. He is asking for us to worship him in Spirit and in Truth. Let yourself  go in His Presence, be real before him, let Jesus be the Center of it all.

The world gives it all, so why can't we as the church, the Bride of Christ…let us be the Willest and the Illest of our generation…a generation that seeketh God, a generation that  is not afraid to worship God giving the best part of oneself…giving everything.


Unveiled to Be Transformed
Keisha


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