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This morning's message from the Pike and Broadway ATM:
Sorry, I'm out of paper (it's been a crazy day!). Would you like to continue without a receipt?
How handy.

Yesterday was busy as expected. Worked straight through from 7:30 to 22:30 and had good energy throughout. Serving and troubleshooting often make worship look different for me than for someone not employed by the church, but it's just a different kind of joy.

During the sermon at last night's Installation Service, Jesus came through the door, and I got to excuse myself from the sanctuary to talk with Him. He wanted money for rent and something to eat. I gave Him back some cash that He'd provided me and took Him downstairs to get a plate of food for Himself. Also invited Him to stay for the sermon and the reception and music afterward, but He had other places to be. Still, I got to give Him my card and asked Him to call if He needed anything, and I invited Him to join us on Sunday morning anytime.

LeRoy Bell played the reception after the service. John says "he's like buttah," and I couldn't agree more. What a blessing. Wasn't able to attend much of the reception because I got sidetracked by a broken front door, but that gave me the chance to spend some quality time with Jon, whom I don't know as well as I'd like. Great sense of humor and a servant's heart.

In light of today's My Utmost for His Highest, I realize that I am beginning to experience the "much more" Jesus promises. Not that I don't sidetrack or derail myself regularly, yet I can sense growth and blessing in my life. Was telling someone yesterday that I'm working harder, yet I'm also resting more and feeling more energized. It is a good time in so many respects.

Meeting with John this afternoon to go over my job description, which I drafted this morning. Should be interesting. Then coffee with Nate, and a Community Group leaders' dinner and meeting in the evening. Every once in a while I wonder how my counterful of dishes is ever going to be washed. That's a tiny price to pay.

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I thought I misread at first -- "During the sermon at last night's Installation Service, Jesus came through the door." Then read again and realized that my eyes were not fooling me. Man, that's simple but hard-hitting.
Yeah, I had trouble with that one too, at first. I loved it, though! That's such a great way to think about it.

By the way, Banzai, I added you back to my friends list, since I ended up taking someone else off. :)
By the way, Banzai, I added you back to my friends list, since I ended up taking someone else off. :)

Their loss, my gain. I saw some of the hostility you were having to deal with in the interview questions in your journal and wondered if that might be what's up. Stay strong and courageous!
Thanks for the encouragement. I need all I can get right now... Yeah, that's what was up. It's been pretty messy. (There was some hostility from the Church over the handfasting, too...) Feel free to make comments on that interview post. How do you think I handled it?
You were gracious and clear. When someone is that angry and wants to be that angry with God, there's only so much you can do. Keep being faithful and trust Him with the outcomes. And if you suffer, you're sharing in His sufferings. That's glory.
You're right. Thanks, again. *hugs*