My husband, Curtis and I attended a Bible Study Fellowship retreat with approximately 1900 other members. The retreat was well planned and we enjoyed it all... the music, special speakers, food, and fellowship with others and yet as impressive as it was I have forgotten the names of most of the speakers, and what they shared, etc. But there is one thing that happened that remains intact in my memory and emotions.
As we were coming out of the breakfast room the last morning of the retreat, we were given instructions to go quietly as we gathered in the hotel lobby or on the balcony of our floor where at a given time we were to start singing, "Holy, Holy, Holy." How can one explain this moment as hundreds of voices began to sing. Softly at first then becoming stronger until rising into a crescendo as we completed four verses of this beautiful hymn.
The people and even the workers just stood and listened. The only sound or movement that I observed were the elevators as they continued to operate. Curt was so overcome with emotion that he had difficulty singing. It was glorious! I could feel the oneness of spirit as we were singing, although we represented many, many, different denominations and churches.
Surely, this must have been a foretaste to that day when ". . . at the name of Jesus every knee will bow, of those who are in heaven, and under the earth and that every tongue should confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father." Philippians 2:10:11
