This past Sunday was 9 years we’ve been around as a church. The place was packed, and there was a wonderful spirit in the air. Lots of laughter, and the worship leader loved having a packed house to sing with. With 3 smaller gatherings, it can be hard on a worship leader, but not this Sunday as all 3 gathered together.
When I started out with Jesus all I wanted to do was tell just one more person about Christ. I had no intentions of becoming “the man.” I had always stood up to “the man,” as any 60’s raised, rebellious, renegade would tell you. I remember I met with a group of parents after we had seen literally 100’s of kids come to Jesus on the beach in the 70’s. They wanted me to start a church. A church? What’s that? I said, “I’m not your man.” We kept on sharing, leading, and teaching on the beach and in our home. It never occurred to me that we were doing church. Somehow, someway, along the journey I ended up on staff at a couple of real churches. Great experiences, and also great pain. All these years into it now, over 20 years on-staff, and many more as an unpaid whatever, I’m still not sure how I ended up like this. I guess I got drafted.
It’s a privilege and an honor to do this, and it’s also encouraging to me to know that God pulled me into this thing we call church. I didn’t decide this was going to be my “profession.” Oh no. This is God’s doing. I pray and hope God will give me the grace to continue for another 9 years. It’s His game, His time, His people, and His world. I’m just along for the ride, and what a ride its been. Thank you, Lord.