Two weeks ago I attended the Onething conference at the International House of Prayer in Kansas City. This was my first time going down there. It had been a while since I've been able to engage in corporate worship, and it doesn't get much more corporate than 30,000 people this side of heaven. The music began to play and I was surprised how resistant my mind was to forgetting what lies behind and going to God in song. "Go over to the dance area," He said. "No...I really am fine over here, God" (about a minute later) "But, God, I want more of you! I want to freely worship without distractions!" "Then obey Me." I have always somewhat feared the role of God called the Holy Spirit. I've thought that to receive more of Him it meant seizing on the floor and foaming at the mouth uncontrollably (the latter is obviously an exaggeration). However, with the simple act of obedience, those things that bound my mind from freedom to wo