—Jesus (Revelation 2:17)
It didn't start off as planned: went to open the church at 07:30 only to discover that the building keys weren't where they'd been left. Quick recon revealed that, through a comedy of errors, they'd travelled all the way to Renton, and had to be driven back in. The end result was opening the building a full hour later than normal, which meant a nearly impossible scramble for sound system set up. Even so, they pulled it off, and both services came off with the appearance of smoothness despite my planning and staffing gaps. If you can't get miracles in church, where can you?
This morning's message was on Revelation 2:17, which contains one of God's most precious promises to me: He knows my name, and He will reveal it to me. All my life I've struggled with my name. My first name, my middle name, Banzai, something else...which is me? But at the end, Jesus will give me my name, my true name, the one He has called me all along, the one that makes my whole life not only make sense, but reveals His glory in it. On that stone is written my truest self and my deepest hope.
After services and lock-up was brunch with Blanche, Jennifer, and Jennifer's friend Matt, a recent Denver Seminary grad who is interested in our church. It was a great time to meet him and answer questions, as well as a chance to get to know Blanche and Jennifer better. There was something in the time that felt so normal— in a season when I've been feeling anything but, it was a comfort to me.
Normal is also a double-edged sword, and I don't know what to do with it.
That brought me to early evening, a bit of quality online time, and then some more time out for coffee and dinner. Usually I would feel wiped out on a day like this, especially without a Sunday nap, but it has been a good day. A good day indeed.