Santo, Santo

santo 1 -ta adjetivo

1. ( Relig )
1. ‹lugar/mujer/vida› holy;

ho·ly

   [hoh-lee] Show IPAadjective, -li·er, -li·est, noun, plural -lies.

–adjective

1.

specially recognized as or declared sacred by religious use orauthority; consecrated: holy ground.

2.

dedicated or devoted to the service of god, the church, or religion: a holy man.

3.

saintly; godly; pious; devout: a holy life.

"Holy, holy, Lord God almighty.

Worthy is the lamb who was slain.

Highest praises, honor, and glory;

Be unto Your name."

We went to church today for the first time. It's a little church tucked away in a corner. It's not a giant cathedral and it doesn't look like much from the outside. But I've never been so excited to walk into a simple building. Once inside, I knew that we had found a second family. For the beautiful thing about being a child of God is that you have millions of brothers and sisters, all around the world.

When we entered the main room, there were people everywhere. Hugging, laughing, talking, greeting eachother. Children ran up and down the aisles, burning off energy before the service. Elderly people sat clustered together, greeting newcomers, or just waiting for the service to start.

This was more of an informal worship service, and following the pastor's greeting, they alternated between music and sharing Scripture. The men of the church would stand and encourage the body. It was beautiful. The Lord created men to lead the Church, to teach, to admonish, and this particular body is following that example so well.

Most of the songs were unfamiliar until "Be Unto Your Name." The congregation sang so loudly, as one body. "Santo, Santo, Dios Todoperderoso." Holy, Holy, Lord God Almighty.

He is HOLY. I can't even grasp holy, or find words to describe a sacred God. My heart tightens when I remember church in Guatemala. Singing those very same words, with the little hands of orphans in mine as we sang together. Here in Spain, again with brothers and sisters in Christ. There is something about me that absolutely bows before the Lord when I hear praises in this tongue. It's so beautiful. Our God is holy, the God of the nations, of every tribe and tongue.

Holy

The faithful, they gather, to worship to pray

Share the hope of Christ Jesus returning someday

To come save this world from the hurt and the pain

To come and trade sunshine for the thunder and rain.

They sing of His holiness, sing of His grace,

They commune together and seek His face.

The tears fill my ears as their voices lift higher,

I imagine the Kingdom with an international choir.

When the jumble of voices with one tongue will sing,

Holy, Holy, Holy, is our Lord, God, and King.

6/12/11