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Last Thursday night, if you can imagine, 32 teenagers (and 15 adults) spiritually expectant and on a pure cane sugar high stood trembling and waiting. Then, without warning, the lights went down and the band started methodically playing the open rift of U2's Bloody Sunday (well...something close to it). The three mini-jumbotrons blared, into the darkness, placards of God's goodness and explained why He deserves our heart and praise. Then, unexpectedly, the light show began and the band erupted into a song so dazzling it drew the primary colors, red and yellow, into orange!
With hands raise and hearts ablaze the pandemic of contagious worship sorrowfully came to a halt. A twenty-something, yet—definitely—not middle-aged, man took the stage. Shared his heart and his story with the crowd; it was so quiet you could have heard a mouse “pee-pee” on cotton (and that’s pretty quiet). The end of the man’s talk came; discussion groups assembled, and the minors congregated feasting on happy birthday cake.
All in all, the first night of Fusion was more than a success. It was the manifestation of a dream. A dream, fused with passion and prayer, brought into existence by leaders insatiably hungry to serve, youth thirsting for truth, and, of course, God Himself. |