When I look back on the insanity that seemed to take over my life for most of 2007 and 2008, one thing I can't believe is how I fell away from going to worship services. Let's be blunt, the sermons from Pastor Keith were boring me. No matter how much sleep I had, or how hard I tried, I would be yawning and drifting off during his sermons. I would enjoy all of worship to that point and then, a boredom switch would go off with the beginning of the sermon.
The first Sunday I was at COR, I literally started weeping during the singing. It was like standing under a refreshing shower. No, no quite. As a nurse, when would supervise blood transfusions, I would say to the patient: "You are going to feel much better." That's what that first worship service felt like: an infusion of oxygen and energy, like more RBCs to an anemic.