My church holds this huge Christmas extravaganza each year, and it's always amazing. Well, this year, they opted for something a little....different. At the end of the concert, the house lights went down, and a single spotlight shone on a HUGE white canvas. A guy showed up -- disheveled, wearing a paint-stained shirt -- and started to paint. As he did, the choir sang. And for the next 4 minutes, we watched him complete his masterpiece. I'll never forget it as long as I live.
We all stood to our feet when he had finished. Yes, because his incredible talents deserved applause. But also because, in those 4 minutes, he'd reminded us of exactly why we were there to worship, to sing, to celebrate. It was Jesus.
I found his video online.