Here’s a youtube link to a “praise break” at a recent Sunday night service at my former church in LA, West Angeles Church of God in Christ.
It doesn’t even begin to capture how it feels to be in the room… And I sure wish the video included what happened to trigger it, because at West A rejoicing typically breaks out in response to something that’s said, rather than an up-tempo song that tries to “get the people going.” (The saints there are too seasoned for such blatant manipulation.)
I was there not long ago for a Sunday AM service, which included the testimony of a reformed cocaine addict who is soon to graduate seminary. “If you don’t think God can do anything,” she said, “look at me. He took a crack addict in the alley and turned her into a Doctor of Divinity!” The church exploded; the dancing and shouting went on for a good five minutes. Then the pastor, Bishop Charles Blake, called an impromptu altar service for anyone struggling with addiction. A good two or three hundred folks flooded the altar. (Yes, magsdee, high praise often brings down healing and deliverance!)
After he and the other pastors finished ministering to them, he asked them to turn to the congregation. “Remember these faces,” he said, “because when God completes the work He’s started here, many of them will be your leaders and teachers and pastors. He doesn’t deliver us to set us aside. He frees us to do great things!” A second praise break erupted. Being Sunday morning, we were worshiping in the main sanctuary, not the smaller one in this video. And I’d estimate at least two-thirds of the 5,000 or so there danced in the Spirit like it was their last chance.
Here’s the link: