I went to a party where half of the people were invisible.
Actually it was a get together of weird charismatic worship but as soon as I pictured an invisible Jesus was with each person it suddenly looked like one of the best parties I had ever been to.
You know how with most parties you have to put your best face on, try not to say anything too dumb, and do your best not to be awkward? Well, this party was all about being yourself. These people spoke to God in strange languages close to their hearts. They laughed whenever they felt joy, like someone had whispered something sweet and clever to them, only them. They rocked to the music as if slow dancing with someone they were falling in love with. Our eyes were closed. our hearts were entirely present and bared, being melted and reformed, as if it were the safest place, with the most trustworthy person, all together in a warm room, in the midst of a broken world.