I Don't Know You From Sunday

Week after week, we attend church. Sit in the same place, see the same people. After hymns, readings, prayers, and sermons are over, we return to our respective homes to eat dinner and nap, or perhaps read a newspaper or (the more heathen of us) work on our yards. We don't know each other, really. How often do we even embrace, or lift one another up in prayer. (Not later, but right on the spot). Encouragement, discipleship, and gentle admonishment give way to small talk and community activities. Nothing here is unlawful, but how much is expedient?

Last week, I went to a routine business meeting, not knowing this meeting would determine if our pastor continued on or left this congregation. To my surprise,during this emotional meeting, I saw the depth and conviction of my fellow members in Christ that I had not witnesed before. What was said to be a shame and a travesty made me realize that this is the place I want to be. Out of the hurt came affirmation for a man who ministers the compassion of God no matter the circumstances he finds himself in. Member after member proclaimed his faithfulness to the call of God. No one hailed his speaking ability, or his ability for theatrics, but his humility and obedience, steadfastness and the example he sets for others to follow.

Next came something I had not expected. People read passages from devotionals and scripture that stressed unity and obedience to the great commission. People waxed eloquent on the meaning of worship and a need for us to respond when God speaks to us through whatever means. Most people were tearful and spoke from a place I had not heard from yet. I saw the heart of my brothers and sisters that Wednesday evening. What was meant for harm brought unity and stirred up hearts and minds to press forward where God is leading.

How wonderful that we have a heavenly Father that shepherds us where he wants us to go, despite the intentions of others.