I just came in from my morning walk.
My devotions led me to this.
It all started a couple of years back. I am among the regulars at Fat Cats, the local breakfast diner. As I continue to “prosper” Fat Cats is a good place to be to fit in!
Plus the breakfast cook there is the best there is. Plus I have made a lot of friends there. Plus they are friendly. Plus the price is right.
It is sort of like Church!
But this walk didn’t lead me to that.
There is this one really frail lady. She wasn’t hostile by any means but it was clear she had a certain “reserve” about preachers.
Me too. (I am a preacher AND I have a certain reserve about preachers.)
But we spoke to one another.
Before long we were having the “how are you today?” And the “what’s next in your treatments?” conversations.
Before long she was finding ways to “help a little” with various ministries. She would slip me some serious cash and say “use this for that.” Then go on her way. Usually to yet another chemotherapy treatment.
Then one day we got to the “I love you.”
Then one day she asked me if I would “conduct her funeral.”
Then one day she told me her faith was kindled. And growing. And helping.
Then one Saturday night she told me she was coming to worship services the next day.
And she and her sweet, loyal husband haven’t missed a Sunday since.
All the while living with such strength and determination and being so openly affectionate that all of us who sit and watch are amazed - and changed. My friend has a witness.
All of that through the Church at Fat Cats.
And last Sunday when she arrived for worship she looked at me with a great strength and said “I want to join the Church today.”
The other Church.
As I hugged her, and kissed her. And asked the precious questions. And told her to get ready for a hundred hugs.
I didn’t even know it but I was being trained in what it means to aim higher.