Once we exited the freeway, I saw people lining the streets with signs, shouting as we drove by. Protesters. Their signs read, "There is no God", "Where is the Love?" , "Hatred isn't a family value", "Why Pray?". Immediately, i just began waving, and smiling as we drove down the street and into the stadium. I quickly felt tears rolling down my face, I wasn't mad or angry at them...I was hurting for them. I was broken for them. I felt sad, somewhere along their journey, they ran into someone who proclaimed to be a Christ follower, who treated them wrong, so wrong that they felt the need to protest. I was shocked at how much my heart ached for them, and how much I wanted them to know love from Christ AND His followers.
As we joined the others in the stadium, and spent hours in prayer and worship.It was an overwhelming experience, a small glimpse of what heaven will be like, singing with thousands and thousands of people, worshiping the throne of God. And yes, I prayed for revival to spread over our nation, strength and direction for political leaders, and justice to reign in our country...but, I think I spent most of the day praying for the protesters, and asking God to bring redemption to their hearts.
Here are a few pics we took:
Governor Rick Perry
Look there, its our friends John and Rob, in a crowd of 30, 000...they were a few rows down!
US! :)
