Being Undignified

One of my favorite things about being in Seattle is Sunday mornings. 

 

For the past few Sundays that I've been on campus, I've hopped on the bus at 9:22am to make the 10:30 service at the Church of the Undignified in Capitol Hill. The church is so different from anything I've experienced before. For one, it's in a movie theater and there's always popcorn set out by the coffee. (I had curry popcorn on Sunday and could not stop eating it!) The people in the small congregation are so filled with the Holy Spirit that it makes me eager to deepen my relationship with God. They encourage me and spur me on in my walk of increasing faith. 

 

I'm learning how much I don't know about God and His heart, but I feel like I'm at a place in my life (spiritually and geographically) where I'm ready to grow in that knowledge. As soon as I get back to SPU in the afternoon, I'm already looking forward to the next Sunday morning :)

 

The worship is great too. We sing a lot of Jesus Culture and the songs go forever. This past Sunday, I was introduced to a new song that came at exactly the right time.

One Thing Remains by Jesus Culture

Higher than the mountains that I face
Stronger than the power of the grave
Constant through the trial and the change
One thing remains
One thing remains

Your love never fails it never gives up it never runs out on me
 

On and one and on and on it goes
It overwhelms and satisfies my soul
And I never ever have to be afraid
One thing remains

In death and in life I'm confident and covered by the power of your great love
My debt is paid there's nothing that can separate my heart from your great love

 

>>Listen to it here

Seriously, one of my new favorite songs! During worship I found my self sitting on the floor, just filled with contentment and peace at being in His presence. With a joyous smile, I sang these words out to Him, and His response way funny. (I had a talk with my friend Bridget once about God's humor. He's a seriously funny guy). I felt him kind of chuckle and say, "I know, Caroline." Duhh. God knows how great He is, it isn't news to Him. But then he followed it with, "It makes me happy that you know it too!"  

 

It reminded me of a time when I was babysitting a little girl from my church, Grace. She was two, then, and we were watching Sleeping Beauty. She was very confused about different hair colors (blond and brunette) and keep asking if Sleeping Beauty was a brunette and if I was a blond. I would try to tell and show her, "Look Grace, you are blond like Sleeping Beauty, but I'm a brunette like Belle. See how they're different colors?" 

 

Weeks later at church, Grace walked down during worship and sat with me during the beginning of the serivce. Out of nowhere, she whispers to me, "Look, Caroline! I'm blond like Sleeping Beauty!" And you know what I did? I chuckled and said, "I know Grace!" Though I knew this already, I was happy that she had finally figured it out. 

 

While I am absolutely NOT trying to compare a glimpse of God's love with the understanding of hair colors, I am trying to share about the joy that God finds when we finally figure something out. We are proud of it, and we run to tell our Father what we've learned, He holds us and smiles because he is proud of us for finally knowing it too.