We are made for this…

Yesterday’s service ended with the congregation singing, My Hope is Built.  What a perfect way to finish.  Yesterday, I was given the opportunity to teach at my friends (Joshua and Natalie) Church.  For the first time in my life, I was being asked to teach at a Church on a Sunday morning.  I was kinda blown away.  I’m not a Preacher but I do have a heart for God.  I’m just a little bit scary to put in front of a congregation.  I’m just saying…

When you walked into the basement sanctuary, you knew you were home.  The place just oozed inviting.  The music was amazing, John, Chrissy and their band stroked it out of the park with ease.  Peter was a rock.  He told a great story about changing our identity.  He helped us see ourselves as Prince and Princess instead of paupers hoping for any provision we could get our hands on.  Very cool.

Natalie gave us all courage and asked us to pass it along.  She asked us to write, if we wanted, and pass a note right in the middle of class. Talk about a cool teacher…

Another man whose name escapes, gave us an artists rendering that was awesome.  And at a little past noon, Joshua invited me up to share a brief message about what causes a high performance body, in this case, the body is the Church.  As always, I involved the audience and they did NOT disappoint.  The message was about Johnnythegurue’s blog…

The difference between alone and all one.

The difference is always the same.  The one “L” of a difference is LOVE.  Yesterday, I let go of control and asked the team to play BTL style. They did not disappoint.  They rarely do.  Whenever the leader lets go, the team, if they’re worth a nickel, will more than cash the check. Yesterday was not the exception.

Here’s what I’ll remember.

I’ll remember that my Mom was there in the third row.  Miss and Tay were too.  To my surprise, Pete and Chris, our dear friends came as well.  Our neices Natalie, Jade (and Nate), Katie (and Steve), and Leah came too.  Katie’s friend “Rika” came too.  My new daughter, Keturah came as well. She had to fit this into her day and she did.  Johnnythegurue was tied up with Thanksgiving family but his texts came through.  I’ll remember the note of encouragement from Natalie and the blessing from Joshua.  I’ll remember that after the service Paige asked for my contact because she’s breaking open a group on OSU and loved what she heard.  I’ll remember that Nate’s Dad and Mom came and that we may have more in common than simply Nate and Jade.  Who knew.  

I’ll remember how much LOVE radiated in a basement sanctuary amongst 100 souls.  I’ll remember that size is overrated.  I’ll remember the emotions that I felt and how the service fit together as if it had been planned.  AND, of course, it had not.  AND, I’ll remember that our son, Taylor, tonight, at dinner, said…

“Hey Dad when are we going back to that Church?”

Isn’t it funny that my memory of a day where I was given the chance to teach for the first time ever, won’t be around my teaching?  Huh…

Are we made for relationships or what…