There are houses where the songs love to visit....

Praise is praise and it's more than (although it includes) emotion. Some of us have to check our selves and this need of music to feel God to know him, the dependency on the praise "fix". (Kind of fickle and shallow, if we were honest with ourselves - ouch, I'm a hard-core romantic)

That being said, some groups, individuals have an anointing, "the grease", whatever you want to call it.

The songs love to visit them.

Brooklyn Tabernacle Choir is one. U of T gospel choir is another. They did a benefit with the North Toronto Band for AIDS in Zimbabwe the other week.

It was a mixed bag of people - some Rotarians of the Jewish, Hindu, Muslim and Jain faith, some trad. salvationists and the choir. The choir was on form, the slow stuff leading us into reflective stance, the happening stuff pulling us to our feet.

After some of Bev's rotary friends said of the choir - whatever they have is real, it's not only in their voices, it's on their faces. I can attest as well, they were shining for Jesus.

Powerful! And a bonus to see my eldest singing in the choir, and to hear her speak passionately and thoughtfully about her mission to Zimbabwe with John.

There are choirs, people, where the songs love to visit... May we be those "temples" - singing, shining - in our spot in the choir - in our God-shaped destiny in the world!