I Saw the Light.. Or I heard It.

So, this weekend has been very eye-opening for me.

I experienced my first Ole Miss football game this weekend.. Well, about 5 minutes of one. Here is the run-down.

I am a part of the Women's Glee here at Ole Miss. We sang the National Anthem at the Ole Miss/Alabama game this weekend. Ha, if you could call that a game.. More like the Ole Miss/Alabama blowout.

Anyways, in the process of finally making it to the choir room before the game, and on our way to the stadium, I have never smelled more alcohol in my life. Not the best experience of my life. I mean, the band was great no doubt. The fans are what really upset me.

There were actually parents encouraging their children, very young children at that, to sing the Hotty Toddy chant. If you don't know the chant, consider yourself blessed, but if you do, you know that there are PLENTY of expletives in it. 6 years olds screaming cuss words. I couldn't believe it. All while the band is playing, "I Saw the Light." RIGHT. What light? Definitely not THE Light.

Now, don't get me wrong, I totally totally know that there are many Ole Miss fans that are there that are Christians and have God living inside of them.

Well, in Sunday school this morning, my teacher was asking us what we felt like desperation felt like.. this is what was on my mind:

Where was God yesterday on the Ole Miss campus? I mean, I have never had the gameday/groving experience at Ole Miss, and never have really wanted to for this reason. When I was standing on that 50 yard line yesterday looking into the stand singing about our nation, which was founded on CHRISTIANITY and blessed by the One and Only, sole creator of the universe and Oxford, MS- GOD, I couldn't find Him.

5 minutes in that stadium was enough for me.

My heart felt desperate; I felt like pleading to God for His presence. It was almost like I was suffocating. When I finally got out of the stadium and was walking to the apartment, I heard the church bells from the Paris-Yates Chapel on campus ringing. It was playing "Great is Thy Faithfulness" and "Count Your Blessings" and many other songs. I teared up.. Praise God, He came to my rescue. I am blessed in so many ways I can't count them. I started seeing God again.. in the beauty of the nature and the blueness of the sky.

What was so ironic about the church bells was that it was about 5:12 when they were still ringing. When we hear bells we always think of church, right? I mean, I think it is a universal, historical fact. Well, I like to think that God wanted to speak to me a little bit longer.. and I would have listened for as long as I could. Soaking it up.
To you, this may sound very dramatic and maybe kind of crazy.. However, it was pressing on my heart. I wanted to share it in Sunday school but I didn't have enough courage (surrounded by Rebels, haha). I felt like I could share it on here.

God really revealed Himself to me this weekend. I need to be more bold. I can't sit back and whine about the lack of Light in my atmosphere; I need to shine my Light. I ask for all of your prayers for boldness and courage.

Hope you all have a fabulous week. :)