...good service.

I don't even remember the chorus we were singing at the time. It might have been a hymn, in fact. I'm pretty sure that wasn't what caused it anyway.

It started with Anna, I guess. I suppose it could have hit someone else first, but Anna's the type to let you know it. She'll raise her hands skyward on the slightest provocation. But this time, without a request from the worship leader, she stood up and gave a hearty "hallelujah!" We're not a church that traditionally does such things.

Then a second person raised his hands in response. It's about then that I noticed it myself... there was this... rush... it was like my soul was bouyant. I didn't raise my hands or stand -- I'm not the type to do that -- but I felt it nonetheless. By the time it had passed, at least six people had been visibly moved, and who-knows-how-many others had been silently affected like me.

I don't know how else to describe it... It was like being in the presence of someone I had fallen head-over-heels in love with.

Which I believe we all were.