Off and on all day today, I keep thinking about the whole Michael Guglielmucci, Healer song thing.

The one thing that keeps going through my head is this: when I sing “Healer”, I don’t think of Michael, Planetshakers, Hillsong, Australia, my church, the crowd or even the worship team onstage.

Seriously, I think about heaven, angels, throneroom, elders, saints and the majesty of the Lamb who was slained.  Seriously, I try to take the scene from Isaiah 6 and combine that with Revelation and Daniel 7 and I hope to have some sort of image of the throneroom of God.  I imagine I see Christ Jesus, sitting at the right hand of the Father.  (Truth be known, the Father is so big that I really just see His foot.  I know He seems so big and yet He doesn’t feel big.)

I imagine walking towards Him, singing praises to Him.  I imagine removing parts of my armour, dropping my shield and my sword.  When I almost removed all the pieces of my armour, I see the same white pure clean robe that God gave me when I first submitted myself to Him.  My heart fills with joy as my eyes fills with tears.

I continue to sing.  I feel that my voice is not as beautiful as those around me but I will keep singing and sing louder.  I sing to Him because He was the one who rescued me from the pit of despair and death.

Through tears in my eyes, I look upon the glory of God and His righteousness.  I raised my hands and dance around until I fall to my knees.

I continue to sing.

Then the music stops.

Man, it would kill them to do more than a four song set.

Oh well.  I will find another way to worship our God.

I would still sing “Healer”.  Too bad churches will be pulling this from their playlists.