Several months ago, thanks to God, I was able to acquire tickets to the U2 concert for the Hottie Hubby and myself.

For anyone who knows me, they wouldn’t have to think twice about who my favorite band is if asked. I have been a fan from the beginning of their career, not fully realizing how long that has actually been until this weekend when discussing U2 history with Hottie Hubby’s cousin, Josh.

Even the church we attended out in Colorado was known on occasion to use U2 songs for worship. If this seems a bit of a shock to you, please consider reading some of their lyrics and you will be delighted to find quite a bit of scripture and biblical allusion in their songs.

Though a surreal experience and the biggest worldly desire on my bucket list,I found myself dwelling upon what comes AFTER the bucket list during the concert rather than the band.

60,000+ people were gathered at Soldier Field the night we were in attendance (there were two shows). This doesn’t even come close to the number of angels and people who are/will be in heaven. As I stared at the crowds, belting out the chorus while Bono took the lead, I was reminded of the place that awaits me in heaven.

I was gripped by the idea and sincere desire to be as free to worship the Lord in church as I was standing several hundred feet in the air on a tiny aisle dancing my heart out and singing at the top of my lungs (as if to catch Bono’s attention). And yes, I know that was a run on sentence.

Shouldn’t I be doing that for God, too?

I absolutely love my church and enjoy worshipping God at my church, but I wondered if worship should be a bit more like a U2 concert. Imagine if everyone sang to God in unison, like we all sang Sunday night at Soldier Field.

We acted as one, united by a love for the music that U2 creates and plays. Imagine the potential . . . imagine the addiction for Jesus that would begin in renewed hearts–imagine how deaf we would all become.

It would be glorious. (And the hearing aide companies would be excited.)

But imagine me. What if I got that excited to spend time with God?

I have blogged about U2. I tweeted numerous times about U2. The Hottie Hubby and I had detailed discussions regarding various aspects about the concert, from the stage, to the lights, to our seatmates, to the decibel level recorded in our eardrums. I took over a hundred pictures . . . just trying to capture the exact angle of the stage . . . to get a glimpse of Bono that I could enlarge on my computer screen . . . furiously trying to captur
e the excitement that buzzed through the stadium.

Am I that excited for heaven? Am I that excited to spend time with Jesus? Do I take figurative pictures for the Lord everyday of me sitting down to read my bible, scripture editing my heart, or video that captures my daily worhip of the Lord in the small things that speak loudly to Him and my children?

To be honest, I’m not so sure that I do.

U2

[optin-cat id=22967]