Starbucks Sunday
Tell me to doubt Him. Tell me He isn’t paying attention. I dare you. I dare you to try to convince me that He isn’t working with the young people. Tell me He doesn’t care.
I won’t believe you. I can’t, not after what I’ve been privileged enough to witness.
When a group of random young people (Paducah, Ky, Houston, Tx, Cross Plains, Tn, and Owensboro, Ky) were gathered in Starbucks, and felt the urge to sing, and the Lord met them, there wasn’t any doubt that God was paying attention. When the group of people behind them started singing along, God was paying attention. When they stopped singing, and a lady approached them and said, “We were just praying and pouring out our hearts, because we have been starving to see a bold young people for the Lord…”, the Lord was paying attention to them.
When they had church outside Starbucks, He was definitely paying attention. When another lady told them to never be ashamed to stand out, to stand up for God, He was smiling at them, I think.
So tell me that He doesn’t care anymore, because I was there, at Starbucks, and I will have to disagree.
I was there in the car with two other girls my age when the Spirit came in and we had church while driving down Parish Av. in Owensboro. I was there as my best friend managed to not run any red lights, rear end any innocent cars, or drive off the road, despite her current condition.
I was there. And so was He. Now tell me that He isn’t real.
I cannot accurately portray what that night meant to us, or what it’s done for us since then. When I even attempt to get across the awesomeness, I stumble over my words, and find myself at a loss of powerful enough adjectives.
I felt, that night, like the Lord was asking me, “Do I have your attention, Tristan? Do I have your attention, yet?”
My answer?
Yes, you do. You have my attention. Finally. You finally have my attention.
The Lord has revealed the good, the bad, and the pathetic to me since that Starbucks Sunday, and I’m hard at work. Prepare me. That’s all I can think.
My prayer has been, “Capture my heart, because I can’t give it to You…I’ve already given it away to all the wrong things. Capture it, Lord. Capture it, and don’t ever let it go.”
Thank God for Starbucks, a sensitive youth, and that group of Christians who were paying attention.
