Last night I stared up at the pitch black sky and I stared deep.
After about five minutes I was overwhelmed by the audience I felt staring back at me.
My body felt like it would hit the ground and my spirit almost leapt out of my clay form to jump and dance around.
I was struck. Arrested. My body would not move.
To this audience, although the most powerful thing I've ever felt, I had nothing to prove.
My eyes were glued to the sky even though all I could see was black.
I knew. I know I was looking at more than that.
I was frozen as I stood.
With my chin held high I was looking at all that is good.
My heart began to beat hard in my chest.
My hands slowly made their way toward the sky and I confessed.
"Father, I believe."
