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Mamba in the morning, mamba in the evening...

Mamba is a type of Hatian peanut butter mixed with cayenne pepper that is used with every meal to supplement it with more calories.  By itself on crackers or on toast it is okay.  But, as Matt in our team pointed out, with a little of the sweet jelly it is "glorious".  It is funny that I've known crackers, peanut butter, jelley, and cayenne pepper all of my life, but suddenly placed together, they're glorious.

The church in Haiti was a lot like this delectable mamba treat to us.  The church this morning gathered, we gather in the states also.  The church this morning sang, we also sing.  The church shared the word proclaimed too, but like a little cayenne pepper in the peanut butter, the urgency and expectation created an amazing experience of shared hope.  It always amazes me how comfortable worship feels.  The movement of the Spirit beyond language becomes a refined form of worship that provides a common thread that binds our hearts in Christian love.  And yet, their refined worship reveal the missing elements in our own worship.  Their vibrant, passionate faith calls into question our own.  Do we love God with urgency and expectation?

Can we who enjoy such amazing prosperity still commit our hearts and souls to God with such a white hot burning intensity that God might consume our imperfections that we may follow him?  If we surrender our distractions and allow God's movement through the Spirit to empower our walk, we will become amazed at how our worship might be transformed.  Suddenly, the familiar elements of worship will become woven into a delectable treat that is more tasty than Mamba with Guava on crackers.  The familiar will become transformed into more than the some of its parts.

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