It was significant, yes. When God calls a meeting, and you wander around an unfamiliar city seeing tens of thousands of people, from lots of different places, all intentionally not eating, viewing media, and/or even more intense things than that, milling about hours before sitting 12 hours outside in 80+ degrees at 70+ percent humidity, you stopped playing games.
It was fun as well. The Body, in all its various forms, in one place, is profound. From the Jericho walkers walking around and around the stadium, to the busloads of young people with matching outfits proclaiming one commission or another (like "I was made for war"), to the shofar people, to the toungue talking/devil chasing/faith speaking bible belters, to the LIFE band wearing, tape across their mouths, silent siegers, you get a small glimpse of the tremndous diversity of the Body, and the delight of God.
It was hard. The heat was hard. The sitting and listening to people for hours talking about profound things until your head turns off. Coming to grips with the reality of the stench of pornography, child abuse, death, and murder in and out of the Body. The burden of Israel and the cup of trembling she is to drink much sooner than we wish, and the reality that although God loves us, He loves us enough to judge us. It is hard.
It was worth it.
Some neat things...
We didnt know Mike Bickle was really a burly, 40 foot tall football player.
8am in the Stadium
Afternoon
What Heaven looks like...
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