Sing with Me

My brother just returned from Sharp Top Cove (a younglife camp) this morning.  I had assumed that he would have had a good time because I think it would have been impossible not to, but I just wasn't sure if he would admit to me that he did.  He wasn't too thrilled with the idea that I convinced my parents to send him.  Needless to say, he had a great time and absolutely loved it.  It's not my place to go into too much detail about it (at least not right now) but this afternoon, he called me over and asked me to sing with him as he played his guitar.  Now, I am not much of a singer unless I am in my car alone with the music loud enough that I can't hear myself, but this time I decided to make an allowance. I sat down on the floor next to him and he said to me, "Do you know this song? I love it. They played it at club." I just smiled and told him that I knew it and I loved it too. He began to play and we sang,

Amazing love, how can it be

That you my God, would die for me

Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound

I come and lay my burdens down

The song, Lay my Burdens Down 

I was in shock. This is not the kind of music my brother would have been playing, much less singing along to, a week and a half ago.  Just before he left, he asked me why I had to care so much about him because he didn't want to go. This is the answer.  So he can sing these words and know that our God would die for him because he loves him so. That moment, sitting next to my brother praising the Lord, is one I never want to forget.  I hope there will be many more to come.