make it this one. Today in church I had tears just role down my eyes like sweat from my brow. I listened to one of the most amazing story I had ever heard come from a soldier, man named Jonathan. He told us this story right before playing "Our God is an Awesome God." I was in infantry school in GA. I want you to picture a little church not able to seat more than 300 people. Now this church had no A/C and a tiny stage. Now picture it with 500 soldiers. Full uniform in the middle of summer. Many were standing and some were holding chairs so that there was enough room. I became the worship leader of this church. I got so tired of playing the same song every week. (we had new people coming and leaving so we kept it simple he explained). Every week the Army here had a tradition of yelling, right after "Our God is an awesome God he reigns" they would yell, not always with the timing or perfect at all "HE REIGNS" Every time. The 500 soldiers who later that week had drill sargents yellilng at them, then the soldiers yelling orders to each other during firing practice. They would yell that day to their ultimate athority. That alone would make you realize the power of God. But in another platoon I met a guy named Chris Fifer. He was a professing wicken. We practiced witch craft daily. He started coming to the chapel, however, to get out of mess duty. As did a lot of other soldiers. Eventually God worked in him and had him yelling with the rest of the men "HE REIGNS" with his hands held to the sky. This had a lot of guys including three unsaved drill sargents come and ask what we gave to him to make him change. Well a while ago Chris was with his squad doing patrol on the streets of Baghdad. He was in full body armor and helmet. But snipers know just where to put the bullet. That day Chris was shot right in the soft spot of his armor. He spent 2 months in a hospital in Germany before being moved to a hospital in Texas to be closer to his family. Surviving on all sorts of medical equipment one day before his daughter was born Chris died. His daughter never got to meet her father. And becuase of this song that we sang every sunday for 6 months I know that she will in heaven one day.