I'm getting all nostalgic today - this is a devotional session from 2002, back in the small trailer, before Misty had a full band and click tracks came into the prayer room. The sound quality is rather poor, but when I listen to it and remember those 10 pm sets in the trailer on Friday nights, when everyone who sat in the prayer room leaned forward intently, eyes closed, in dialogue with the Lord. Where there wasn't room to bring your laptop or a backpack full of commentaries, and the air freshener sounded like the "psst" of an angel.  Where there was complimentary coffee brewing in the lounge outside the prayer room, and everyone at 6 am had their little styrafoam cup full.  Where you sat on the front row, and looked the worship leader square in the eyes, and random homeless people or traveling vagabonds slept along the walls at all hours.  Where everyone prayed, and sang, and stood and swayed and paced.  There were no cameras, sometimes there wasn't even a sound man, and it was hot, and it smelled, and it was so authentic.  It's hard knowing that prayer room will never exist in that form again.  But when I listen to sets like this, I remember the simplicity of my own devotion (along with some immaturity, and being a bit out of tune).  But it makes me happy, and it makes me miss those days, and look for ways to make my own current expression less "hip" and more real. To simplify all this "diversity" down to the "one necessary thing" once again.  

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