Monday mornings are typically crazy days. But, for some reason, today was different. It was surreal; almost dreamlike.
This morning I finished with my various staff meetings, and walked to my desk to see a huge stack of letters to our 1st time guests inviting my signature. This is a typical routine for me, normal. (especially lately, we’ve been having a lot of guests test drive our church)
But it was at that moment when the normal became noteworthy; the routine became remarkable. For some reason, today, those letters represented much more than letters. Today, they represented people’s lives, a stack of stories, entire families.
Were any of these guests struggling to find God or relationship? Was someone dragged to church by a loved one? Was someone lonely, hurting and broken or were they confident cocky and proud? Who are these people for whom Jesus died…really?
It honestly didn’t take long before I felt like Nehemiah in the first chapter. So disturbed, that I just had to pray:
God, were we faithful this past Sunday? Did we faithfully represent Your cause and Your character? Did we really care? Were we more concerned about our needs than about the needs others? Were you proud of us, God?
Lord, help us to be faithful with ever person with whom You have entrusted us and may You use us to care for the lost and hurting of this world.