God fills me at worship

I think that people scoff at emotional Christians, dismissing it as mindless distractions from the real world, where really it is a culmination and celebration of true, logical facts that we have learned about the real world. When I grasp the fact that an infinite God died for a miserable, finite person like me, I get emotional.

Normally I am very logical and reserved. Recently however, that has been thrown out the window. Yesterday, of my own volition, uninvited, I stood to the front side of an auditorium full of college students and danced my heart out before God. I do my best to communicate what the words say with hand gestures, and display the volume of emotion by leaping or rotating in wide athletic stances. I started out pretty hesitant, unsure of whether I wasn't possessed by some naive ideas. But then I warmed into it as God poured emotion into me and I danced with eyes closed. In the middle it grew to a point where I opened my eyes. The cold, real world presented itself. And instead of feeling embarrassed or depressed, it felt better than ever before. I consciously directed my dancing to communicate to any who might care to see me, telling of how much God has filled me up. And when my feelings grew even larger, I stopped and stood stock still, attempting to process all that God was telling me.

I have decided that this may be my strongest evidence that a God exists. No twist of psychology can possibly explain these feelings.

But I think that this did not all happen overnight. Much of what fuels these emotions comes from a long history of thought about the infinity of God and how amazing he is anyway, about the way in which he saves sinners, etc. I think that people scoff at emotional Christians, dismissing it as mindless distractions from the real world, where really it is a culmination and celebration of what we know about the real world.

Anyway, I need to go catch up on school

p.s. this last day of worship was may 16th