Almost a month ago, I was out of town and I was visiting a church on Sunday. I don't know about you, but sometimes visiting a new church can make me a little nervous. Walking in the doors of an unfamiliar church, I don't have any idea how they worship, if they tend to be more traditional or more modern, the way they handle "greeting time," or even the doctrine the church itself holds to. And this church was even in a different country. (Okay... Canada :)
God taught me that I was trying to put him in a box. I somehow had this idea that the Spirit could only move in certain kinds of worship that were, as I thought, the "correct" way. Yet, at this church so far from my home and so different from what I am used to, God spoke to me in a powerful way. He captured my heart to the place where I was worshipping and praying with tears running down my face, totally amazed at the goodness and grace of God.
The message was on this exact topic: being patient in tribulation. We studied a passage from 2 Corinthians 12, where Paul is speaking of all the ways that God has revealed himself to Paul. It even says that God brought Paul up to heaven in a vision. But then Paul goes on to say: