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I'mma gonna try to write this and then find something else to do with the little bit of time I've got left before I go to work.
I got a couple of days off in a row because I day-traded someone, so I called up my really good friend Jake and went to go visit him. On my list of things to do was going to Kings Island to see the fireworks, and I invited Jake to go with me. Now, don't get me wrong. I did hit up some coaster while I was there. But the coasters weren't what was special about this Kings Island trip at all.
We got to the ticket counter right at five, so we went in Starlight, which was great because the ticket for Jake was uber-cheap. From there, we checked out the park map, because it and every ride sign was required reading. We figured out we could do any 1 or 2 on the map, so we took advantage of that. We rode the Boo Blasters ride twice (but not in a row) and then went to see Snoopy On Ice. The entire time, I wondered if figure skating was a sport or not. We also rode the carousel and the train, which I believe was shorter than it normally is because it was actually running as a function and not just a ride. I went on both Adventure Express and Racer, which had short lines so Jake didn't have to wait forever.
We finally rode the Eiffel Tower, going up to the 275-foot deck. It was not as busy as I thought it was going to be, which was good because I had a great view of the fireworks. Once we got to the top, Jake wandered around and got to see the park he hasn't seen in three years from a distance. I'm glad he did, that he was able to see what has changed. Meanwhile, I stayed in my place, waiting for the fireworks. Of course, the firework show at KI is never as long as you think it is going to be, but at least I knew it would be shot off behind Racer, so I probably had a better view than others.
While I was standing up there, my ears (sensitive as always) picked up on some music that was playing. I remembered that Spirit Song was probably still going on, and I listened to see if I could identify the song, considering I know a lot of Christian artists. It could have been any number of artists, maybe even one I didn't know. But as I listened, I knew that I had heard the song before. And I started to sing along.
"And there's always scars...when you fall that far!"
It suddenly occurred to me that I was worshipping, with everybody else, and singing along to TobyMac! One of my favorite artists ever was playing live at Kings Island, and it was only here on top of the Eiffel Tower that I could hear him. He continued to play as the fireworks went off -- Get Back Up, Funky Jesus Music, and Burn For You, and then he played City On Our Knees, which Jake also recognized and sang along a bit with. Then, another song started playing -- not a TobyMac song, but something else, and I could tell his band was playing it. It had to be a worship song, but I couldn't recognize it. I kept trying to put my finger on it, but I couldn't get it.
Then, I finally heard, right as it ended. "There is no one like our God!" And in that moment, listening to one of my favorite worship songs, I could practically feel everybody's voices rising higher and higher to God, and I was letting my voice join them. It was truly a special moment that I will not forget anytime soon.
I got a couple of days off in a row because I day-traded someone, so I called up my really good friend Jake and went to go visit him. On my list of things to do was going to Kings Island to see the fireworks, and I invited Jake to go with me. Now, don't get me wrong. I did hit up some coaster while I was there. But the coasters weren't what was special about this Kings Island trip at all.
We got to the ticket counter right at five, so we went in Starlight, which was great because the ticket for Jake was uber-cheap. From there, we checked out the park map, because it and every ride sign was required reading. We figured out we could do any 1 or 2 on the map, so we took advantage of that. We rode the Boo Blasters ride twice (but not in a row) and then went to see Snoopy On Ice. The entire time, I wondered if figure skating was a sport or not. We also rode the carousel and the train, which I believe was shorter than it normally is because it was actually running as a function and not just a ride. I went on both Adventure Express and Racer, which had short lines so Jake didn't have to wait forever.
We finally rode the Eiffel Tower, going up to the 275-foot deck. It was not as busy as I thought it was going to be, which was good because I had a great view of the fireworks. Once we got to the top, Jake wandered around and got to see the park he hasn't seen in three years from a distance. I'm glad he did, that he was able to see what has changed. Meanwhile, I stayed in my place, waiting for the fireworks. Of course, the firework show at KI is never as long as you think it is going to be, but at least I knew it would be shot off behind Racer, so I probably had a better view than others.
While I was standing up there, my ears (sensitive as always) picked up on some music that was playing. I remembered that Spirit Song was probably still going on, and I listened to see if I could identify the song, considering I know a lot of Christian artists. It could have been any number of artists, maybe even one I didn't know. But as I listened, I knew that I had heard the song before. And I started to sing along.
"And there's always scars...when you fall that far!"
It suddenly occurred to me that I was worshipping, with everybody else, and singing along to TobyMac! One of my favorite artists ever was playing live at Kings Island, and it was only here on top of the Eiffel Tower that I could hear him. He continued to play as the fireworks went off -- Get Back Up, Funky Jesus Music, and Burn For You, and then he played City On Our Knees, which Jake also recognized and sang along a bit with. Then, another song started playing -- not a TobyMac song, but something else, and I could tell his band was playing it. It had to be a worship song, but I couldn't recognize it. I kept trying to put my finger on it, but I couldn't get it.
Then, I finally heard, right as it ended. "There is no one like our God!" And in that moment, listening to one of my favorite worship songs, I could practically feel everybody's voices rising higher and higher to God, and I was letting my voice join them. It was truly a special moment that I will not forget anytime soon.
