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for dear life as my team sped through the night with purpose. Occasionally, I would holler out to my dogs, “Come on, boys; take us on home.” Sometimes I’d hear my brother, shouting to his team. But mostly, we would travel through the night in silence. I still remember the crackle of snow beneath the runners of that old sled. The moon reflected brilliantly off of the sparkling snow—no need for headlights, flashlights, or lanterns out there. The stars—Big Dipper and all—silently applauded God. The northern lights, red and blue and beautiful beyond words, noiselessly sang the great Creator’s praise. And the breeze rustling past my furry parka offered moments of refreshing glory. Each time I breathed in the cold, I felt close to God—I experienced His presence. I recall sensing as a teenager on nights like these, the awesome bigness of God. I marveled that the One who made the universe also lived in my heart. I will never forget experiencing, for just a moment in time, the thrill of uninterrupted, focused, holy communication with God as I prayed to Him—and worshipped. Now, years later, I still walk out into the night from time to time. When I look to the heavens, once again, I see that moon, those stars—indeed, the wonder of God in full display. And it brings me to my knees. In worship.

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Called to Worship  

An exploration of worship in the Scriptures, Dr. Whaley's new book is a resourceful tool for ministry professionals, as well as seminary stu...

Called to Worship  

An exploration of worship in the Scriptures, Dr. Whaley's new book is a resourceful tool for ministry professionals, as well as seminary stu...

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