Ironically, it was the most victorious funeral and the most painful worship at the same time. It was raw and open.
When Phil Wickham sang Hymn of Heaven, the whole place transformed into heaven itself. I would think I wasn't even there. It was an eternal moment. I could just have died there and felt like I've made it to heaven. It was the perfect picture of reaching heaven without first dying. Cheesy as it may sound, it was the literal composure of heaven on earth. I have never experienced anything like that before. I can't explain it -- it's something I would have to pinch myself to get out of. But it was real. I was blown away. I did not just see it, it was like I was there. The elders, the angels, the throne, the heroes of the faith, Jesus, Charlie, the cloud of witnesses, you name it, every martyr, every disciple that ever served the Lord, from the Old Testament to the New Testament, -- they were all there. And the fact that I saw it all,... I was speechless. Just no words. I did not want it to end. I almost floated away. It was like I was there and not there anymore. I was in Heaven -- and the whole stadium was with me.
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