When I was growing-up I had the opportunity to go to many concerts, and youth rally events. There is nothing like an arena or standing in the US Capital Mall with thousands of others, as you hear rumbling in the atmosphere. You know, when you walk in an area, and the stirring gives you goose-bumps... I use to say that was the Holy Spirit because most of the events I went to were Christian based. Now I am not saying God didn't have something to do with it, because there was always anticipation of the Lord's presence. However, there have been other times in my life that I have felt that same thing aside from a Christian based event. Like when the warm-up songs come on before a basketball game, or volleyball game I was about to play. Sometimes, it now even happens right before I coach. Or how about when I walk into Marshall University Football Stadium through the tunnel to find my seat and hear AC/DC Thunderstruck. Is it the Holy Spirit? Probably not. Now once again I know God is always with me, and he tries to talk to me continually through this hard head, and sometimes hard heart of mine, but my view on spiritualism has come from Bapti-costal influences (the mix of baptist and pentecostal). Bapti-costal is not a word, or thing but more of my personal theology of how I view and wade through the mudding waters of "Christian." The Bapti-side of me was foundational as a child, which would be more logical thoughts of christianity. The Costal-side of me is more charismatic which in tells the only answer must be God to every question. In the south, my best fit in a church ideally would be a predominately African American Baptist...this white girl would be right at home in that atmosphere.
Yesterday, I got that same feeling...goose-bumps, full of anticipation, and I heard rumbling in the atmosphere. It is really a powerful thing. When I walked through the door of the WV capital, chants echoed the halls. As we walked through the maze of hallways the sound kept getting louder and louder. Once we hit the rotunda, a sea of people were there with signs, singing, and chanting. Even when the group moved through the Capital a new set of goose-bumps would appear. We were there for a purpose. A common goal, and vision. A cry for change. After most of the demonstration, I walked back to my truck in rain by myself. I noticed the overwhelming calm and quiet that was over me. You would have never known that 5 minutes before I walked out, because the atmosphere inside never changed.
On my walk back I began wondering and consciously asking, "Why do the goose-bumps happen, and all the feelings that go with it?" My mind went back to major events and times that it had happened when I claimed it was the Holy Spirit. What was similar? What was different? My revelation came as I sat dripping with water, UNITY. An atmosphere full of UNITY creates those physical and emotional reactions. I could easily be a junky to the adrenalin of Unity. There is a scripture that confirms this very thing... In Ecclesiastes there is a scripture about a cord of three. The scripture says, "Though one can be over thrown, two can defend themselves but three strands are not easily broken." What if the strands are hundreds? Thousands? Millions? How powerful would the cord be?
What if there was a cord against gun violence? Unfair wages? Unjust actions toward another because the color of their skin? Or simply a cord on a basketball court? Could it be broken? Guess it would depend on how tight the bind of the cord is... does it seem like one cord or is it frayed. Unity is so simple, yet so big. It can be applied anywhere to create change, or win a battle. It is the secret weapon that can destroy any mass.
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