Weeping Like Men

I love to watch men worship Jesus. I like to see them fold at the waist and their knees buckle to the carpet as they release everything.

There is nothing compared to a touch from the Almighty God and in His presence we are exposed.

It is even better if they are so lost in worship they don't know or care about snot.

Tonight I watched people put on their worship face. The expression I saw was foreign to me. I don't understand how you could cry out with everything in you and remain dry-eyed or mucus-free. But I am curious and should have been "nose to the carpet" myself but instead I was facing the congregation, interpreting for the deaf.

More of you, Jesus and less of me watching.