Yep. It’s time to come clean to a truth my children have
known about me for some time now. You may have guessed it already. But if not,
here goes: I don’t always pay attention
in church.
No, I wasn’t the lady two rows behind you having a
conversation with her neighbor about lasagna during the pastoral prayer. You
should know me better than that.
I was the one with a pen and paper scribbling madly away
before the pastor even put his first bullet point on the screen. And just
between you and me, my furious note taking had nothing to do with Pastor Andy’s
sermon. (Even though he’s fantastic, and you should totally listen to him. Like
every word.)
The truth is, God meets me in church, and He meets me with
words. And the words that He tends to dump upon me in profusion aren’t necessarily
the words that are coming out of the pastor’s mouth. Eep. I know.
For way too long I tried to tell God to just shut up already so I could hear what the man up front was
saying. But now that I’m older and smarter I realize just how silly that
sounds.
Can’t talk now Jesus,
I’m listening to Andy. Your truths are just going to have to wait. How’s 7:30
pm sound? I can talk then…
Yeah. That doesn’t really work, does it?
I cannot tell you how many of these blog posts are the fruit
of my tendency to not pay attention in church.
You can count this one as one more.
1 comment:
Love how you are hearing Him speaking!
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