That kind of praise


“…About midnight Paul and Silas were praying and singing hymns to God, and the prisoners were listening to them, 26 and suddenly there was a great earthquake, so that the foundations of the prison were shaken. And immediately all the doors were opened, and everyone’s bonds were unfastened. 27 When the jailer woke and saw that the prison doors were open, he drew his sword and was about to kill himself, supposing that the prisoners had escaped. 28 But Paul cried with a loud voice, “Do not harm yourself, for we are all here.” Acts 16

I always wondered why the other prisoners besides Paul and Silas never left, when the doors opened. Could it be that the shaky voices lifted up in praise brought forth the Spirit of God – a hovering presence over that jail?

Have you ever been in a worship experience where God was present, so tangibly … that you didn’t ever want to leave?

God is drawn to our raw need. When we cry out to him in total need and humility … He shows up.