Altar Hesitation—It’s Me, Not You

Written by: Cindy Morrone

I know when the time is coming in service.  The pianist steps out of the pew and starts to play quietly as the Pastor speaks invitation.

I start to feel warm and flush and my stomach is in a flutter.

I hesitate.

I need to meet at the altar.  I want to meet at the altar.

But that would mean you would know that I have a want; a need.

That would mean you would see that I am not all-together.  That would mean that although I am dressed in my Sunday best, you would see that my interior is messy.

That would mean that I need you to help me; to come alongside me.

An inner battle ensues and I am so thankful that I now submit to the call.

The gifts I would have missed out on had I not gone to the altar when I needed to.

My needs have been spiritual, emotional, physical, relational, and financial.  I have been prayed for and I have asked for prayers for others.

My forehead has been anointed with oil.

“Is anyone among you sick? Let them call the elders of the church to pray over them and anoint them with oil in the name of the Lord.” James 5:14

At the altar the Word and Truth have been spoken over me.

“Again, truly I tell you that if two of you on earth agree about anything they ask for, it will be done for them by my Father in heaven. For where two or three gather in my name, there am I with them.” Matthew 18:19 & 20

I have made confessions of sin.

“Therefore confess your sins to each other and pray for each other so that you may be healed.  The prayer of a righteous person is powerful and effective.”  James 5:16

Thank you to those who have met me there at the altar.  Thank you for meeting me in such a place.  For helping me carry my burdens. For praying for me and my loved ones. Thank you for speaking the Truth in Love.  Thank you for approaching the throne of Grace on my behalf.  Thank you to our Pastors and leadership for giving such an opportunity.  Thank you.