It was a great place.  It is an amazing place.  I hope it becomes a great club and houses an amazing church, but the place didn’t matter to me Sunday morning.

Now that is not to say it did not during the week.  I felt enormous pressure.  After all, it is not everyday that a church meets in a club, or has a launch.  It is not everyday I work with people like those at Terra.  Would I sound like a flatterer if I said from the heart, I some times can’t believe I get to work with people like Scott and Phil?  It’s true.  You move on and try not to take that for granted, but it is a blessing of a rarer sort.

I am not sure what drew it, but expectation crept into my soul.  I do not like expectations.  Anticipation I am cool with.  To be waiting excitedly is part of the life of a Christ follower.  We wait for God to reveal more of himself more.  We know it will be amazing, best for us, and will never be fully understood this side of heaven.  Expectations are different.  To think things will be or should be or had better be a certain way usually leads to disappointment.  Our imagination is very rarely like reality.  But there I was, with expectations.  What would the room be like?  Would all go right?  Would people judge it?  Or worse yet, would they judge me?

Friday as we got together to clean [trust me, that was a good thing…some of the club atmosphere visually you want…smell-oshpere, not so much] Phil asked how I was doing.  I told him I was a little nervous about this one.  It bothered me to be that way.  Rick, the RPI engineering student and pizza guy, leveraged past janitorial skills to clean the place [a good guy, and single- a little info for all you single female blog readers @ terra], Scott was doing stage set-up, Blind Johnny, sound KING John Chiara, was working his arts sitting in a sound booth surrounded with wires.  He looked like some super villain in a Bond movie.  Phil was getting signs posted and organizing his work crew, and I was scrapping tape from windows and gum from floors with a widget.  It gives one time to think, widgetting.  I recommend it for those with contemplation constipation.  I started to think, “the place was looking good, but a good place is only that.”

It got clearer as I was readying the last of the sermon and getting slides from Andre – the graphic artist, wireless Terra-ist in Albuquerque, New Mexico.  It was all there on the slide that represented a core value @ terra.  The “Christ Eye” art work Andre did for the focus on Christocentrism [a word MS Word does not know] draws me each time.  So much to see when we see as God does.  The measure of objective truth, the perspective of eternity, the awareness of omnipotence, and The Father sees Christ as the center.  Christ, who came at the very crux of human history [wish I had a good voice over for that line….hmmmm] is still the center.  

Sunday morning @ Rev Hall, I was happy being there.  I did not worry about it as a place.  At the end of the day, I would pace about 12 feet from the mic stand like any where else we have been and make it my effort to declare Christ.  You all would sit, stand, and embrace Christ in your soul.  We would worship Christ with a band of musicians.  We would leave with Christ smuggled in our soul.  The place was just another place where we would have a holy moment, if we chose, to meet with God.  That would hallow the ground.  That would surpass the uneasy atmosphere of expectation.  It left me with confident anticipation.  I was just waiting on God.

We ducked into a room just off stage.  There were no m&m’s like Womer’s rider demanded, but we were ok with that.  We just prayed (no one even thought to bring communion in – or at least did not say anything if they did).  When we came out from the prayer room [ntw, steve brought us Vanilla Bean pasteries this week…whose turn is it next week? I mean, we need to honor some traditions, right?] it was all there.  It was a place…a nice place…with a cool black diamond plated bar…but a place.  The room was full and alive, though.  I loved the worship.  I loved the people there [I was surprised to see old friends who are manhattans there.  We used to work together @ Trinity Presbyterian in Texas ‘back in the day’].  It all felt right.

By the time we were done, the room was special because of W/who was there and what had happened.  The anticipation became the present.  The Spirit revealed Jesus to the glory of the Father.  Welcome to Revolution Hall, church.  I am anticipating more days ahead with you.  I like this Tribe a whole lot…and the place is perfect.