The God of small graces...

So what was terribly encouraging today (actually, there were lots of small graces all day, which is kind of really nice when you notice most of them happening... D, S, A, S, R, and A, to name but a few of them) was seeing people of many tongues and nations giving thanks to God. We had some Mandarin, some Hakka, some Korean, some ASL, even some Swahili! It was gorgeous hearing all these tongues praying and praising! What I particularly found incredibly comforting was listening to the Korean adult choirs... the power in that singing.... it brings back comforting memories of childhood in church, listening to the adults singing with passion and power... makes me feel like I'm wrapped up in a warm, woolen, non-itchy sweater, even when they're singing Haydn cantatas like crazy...