A few weeks ago, I was at a worship service. The worship leader told us that we could sit down after the first song if we wanted to.
We sang the first song and hundreds of people pretended they didn’t want to sit down.
Except for one lone soul.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him. Refusing to give into peer pressure, he calmly took his seat. It was the shot heard round the world.
I didn’t get to talk to him, but if I could I would tell him,
“You sir, are my hero.”
Throwing off the shackles of forced standing, this brave gentleman raged against conformity.
No standing for him. No, your vertical tyranny would not claim him this morn. He took a stand against standing.
I wanted to clap or cry, or I don’t even know. I was an emotional wreck, you know. Like you were at the end of The Notebook. So many letters!
Have you ever witnessed this bold move?
Have you ever been in the presence of the courageous few who take a worship leader up on their offer of a seat?
Have you ever breathed this rare air?
