What Happened On Sunday Night?

There have been several moments in the history of our church’s story that I have to remind myself that I am not dreaming. When the emotional flood comes into my heart, I usually have to look around. After taking it in with my eyes, I try to find a specific spot in the auditorium and stand there to take a mental snapshot of that moment. Then, there are entire days where I wish I was able to just sit and stare without seeming lazy or ungrateful. Sunday night was one of those moments. A night where I found myself going halfway up the aisle of the auditorium, and positioning myself in the gap of the seats that is reserved for wheelchairs. It’s my spot. It’s the spot I go to where I know I can take a mental snapshot before I am required to be back on stage. From that spot, I am able to see things that I usually cannot from my seat up front.

I can see my brother in-law Mark Anderson. Mark moved here from Virginia to help us, and has been faithful to support and watch our dream unfold. There are many others like Mark, but from my spot, I could see Mark.

I can see Wesley. Wesley found our church on the app Yelp and hasn’t looked back since the first Sunday we met. Wesley and his wife are now a huge part of our leadership team.

I can see Pastor Ryan Brooks. Pastor Ryan and I met only a few weeks ago, but we have felt a kingdom connection from the start. He brought some of his team to experience our night of worship all the way from Durham.

This list could get really long really fast but my point is this- over 200 volunteers came and packaged over 40,000 meals. Over 20 musicians and worship leaders came and led us into the presence of God. There was a tangible unity. There was a clear kingdom objective. A little bit of heaven came to earth, and I am so thankful to have a place that I can take a snapshot of what God did.

My friend Niana posted this attaching a video from that night: “In the midst of a world clouded by hate, tonight we gathered in love. What we witnessed was churches from all over the triangle, crossing denominational, racial, socioeconomic, personality, and style differences for one purpose: to worship in spirit and truth. This is what unity looks like, ladies and gents, and this is what will heal our world.”

To everyone who might think unity isn’t achievable, it is. To those who might question whether worship can happen with multiple theological differences, it did.

Thank you.

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