Windows allowed viewpoints in every direction and the carpet declared as much with compass navigation. In its center was a global rock piece fountain, continually flowing. Flags were posted everywhere; proclaiming the truth. This was about everything and everyone. Music was a constant for worship. Picking out one of the pillows, I desired to lay upon the floor, to soak in the joy and peace to be had.
One by one they came, and I set myself upright against a corner wall. The worshipers began to gather without any direction. Each brought their instruments and families. I watched a few chairs being arranged in a circle. Eventually a large drum was brought in to be set in the center of these chairs. A man stood up to speak, hushing all who were there with his words. “This is not a social gathering, if you want to socialize than you can go outside, this is to worship and intercede.”
A native American flute began playing and its notes reminded me of why I had come here. As the drums were struck, I knew I could hear the rhythm of heaven…..I’ve always heard it…..it’s the rhythm of the kingdom to come.