

A Caelah-Gabriel ritual.



The conference that may have changed my life was ::Urbana 2000::
A. It was the first time I was away from Aidan, during our burgeoning romance, and his absence confirmed in me that, yes, I did love him. I remember launching myself into his arms the moment I got home again.
B. It was my first experience of mass worship. And by mass, I mean 30 000 Christians praising God at the top of their lungs. Arms spread. Tears streaming. Body thrumming. And while I knew that there was one part emotionalism, I also discovered the reality and possibility of soul-wrenching worship. Very new.
C. It let to my one and only Missions trip to Africa. The consequences of which have twined deep into my core. I broke, and was broken. Was re-awakened. Renewed. Re-united. Reconciled.
I was changed.