Thursday, September 13, 2012


For some unexplainable reason, I need to write about this right now and now later...even thought it's 1:06 in the morning right now.

This is about Mobius. Not the mobius strip, but kinda. Yes, this is the open mic coffee house ministry that is put on by us at the Wesleyan Campus Ministry. What started about a year and six months ago or so was a simple idea that we wanted to do something for the students on campus that was in line with our thoughts of hospitality and to give them a place to feel welcome and to have something to do on Thursday nights. (Commerce isn't exactly known for its night life).

The idea behind it hasn't changed too much over time, we still are very much about the idea of hospitality and welcome. But, what I think has been moving through this is the culture and life of a people who are in communion with the holy spirit.

Mobius has become a place for the marginalized. A place where people who would usually not get up infront of a crowd and sing, now receive standing ovations, love, and support no matter what. A place where visitors are welcomed and asked to sit with old friends and where people can find new friends. A place where those who don't have a place where they feel at home or welcomed, but they suddenly feel welcome and maybe even act a little silly just because those around them are willing to get up and act the fool just for the sake of fun and love!

Tonight, I was leaning against the "bar" where we were serving koolaid pickles and rootbeer floats, listening to a room full of twenty or so human souls uniting in song, the chorus to Rufus Wainright's Hallelujah, enjoying the beauty of the moment. Then a fellow named Warren, his first night at Mobius, got up and asked everyone to join in a hymn we all happened to know acapella. In that moment and during that song, there wasn't a stray voice, a room full of truly incredible diversity, a place filled with so many differences, were united for just a moment in time.

"Good God" I thought during the song while we sang. "This...this has to be what church is really like. This must be a glimpse of heaven."

I may be a fool, and indeed I am a huge one, but I know when I feel the spirit moving, and it was tonight. Probably, when many would say it wouldn't or shouldn't, it simply did.

1 comment:

  1. After this I looked, and behold, a great multitude that no one could number, from every nation, from all tribes and peoples and languages, standing before the throne and before the Lamb, clothed in white robes, with palm branches in their hands, and crying out with a loud voice, “Salvation belongs to our God who sits on the throne, and to the Lamb!” And all the angels were standing around the throne and around the elders and the four living creatures, and they fell on their faces before the throne and worshiped God, saying, “Amen! Blessing and glory and wisdom and thanksgiving and honor and power and might be to our God forever and ever! Amen.”

    The cusp of revival is an exciting place to be.