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I was standing in worship tonight, and I had a startling clear moment where I thought like an atheist. Not that I suddenly stopped believing in God. But for one moment, I saw our worship service as it must look to someone who claims to believe God does not exist. We were laughable.

All of our singing and clapping and smiling and toe-tapping made us look like fools from that vantage point. We were singing to the air.

And I wondered what in that scene could possibly make an atheist so angry. If we are deluded imbeciles, why would the atheist care? Just leave us to our delusions and move on.

But, that is another post. When I came back to myself (Whew! Thank goodness for that!) I wondered how I would answer if someone asked how I knew I wasn’t just singing to the air.

The answer is pretty simple. It’s me.

Without the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit at work in my life, I would be worse than a deluded fool. I would be mean and angry and loud and irritating and very, very ugly. All the time. I have all those tendencies as it is, but the Jesus in me overcomes them on most days.

So, I sang a little louder tonight. And I clapped my hands a little more. Because we were singing “Power in the Blood,” and I know that it is true.