Unexpected Friends

So, never in a million years did I think I would join a Christian singles site. It was recommended to me by my best guy friend who met some very special people, the last of whom he has now been dating. I thought, sure, why not, I'll just go on there and see what's up. After the week and a half free trial, I had already corresponded with some really nice people, so I thought I'd give the membership a shot. Little did I know how much of an impact that decision would have on my life. I decided to take the plunge one May evening and entered the world of chat. This was no ordinary chat room. There were no offensive remarks, no one slamming anyone, and there was talk of God and His love for us. Whoa - this was different!!! It wasn't as difficult as I thought to join a conversation since there was so much going on at the time. I soon "connected" with a few who I now call my "core group". One very special night a few weeks ago I met with these people to pray. It was a God thing; that's all I can say. For some reason most of us were called there to the chat room that night. And for some reason most of them decided to come in and pray together. All I can say is - WOW!!! The love felt, although not in person, is indescribable. I truly felt everyone pulling together in Jesus' name. This may sound corny, but I believe that night bonded some of us like nothing else could have. We shared with each other some personal struggles and trials and encouraged and lifted each other up in prayer. Again, I have not personally met any of these people, but their friendship has become a mainstay in my life. We have become each other's shoulders to cry on, cheerleaders in good or bad times, and, most importantly, we are all members of God's family.

To Monique (confidante and best bud in chat), MaryBeth (supporter and voice of reason), Phil (truly God's man and master blogger), Rodney (prayer warrior and good friend), Doug (advice giver), Tania (whom I've been fortunate enough to meet and who has become like a little sister to me), Leslie (your happiness abounds), CJ (joyful and playful), Lilly (quiet humor and introspection), Joyce (a steady rock), Rhoni (a great mother and friend to all), Tim (for being there to talk to), Bruce (Mr. Prayer Man) - I thank God for the opportunity to have come to know you and I pray that one day our paths will cross in "the real world". Again to quote a song (because my life is one big song!!!), there is one out now called "Happy" by Ayiesha Woods. The bridge goes "I cannot count the ways You have made my life so blessed. All I know is that You came and made beauty of my mess." Thanks to all of you for being one of the many ways my life is so blessed, and I praise God that He has brought us out of our messes and into one another's lives. You all are truly the beauty in my mess!!! Much love to you.

Be Careful What You Say

I was forwarded the following email recently:


I saw him in the church building for the first time on Wednesday. He was in his mid-70's, with thinning silver hair and a neat brown suit. Many timesin the past I had invited him to come. Several other Christian friends had talked to him about the Lord and had tried to share the good news with him. He was a well-respected, honest man with so many characteristics a Christian should have, but he had never put on Christ, nor entered the doors of the church. "Have you ever been to a church service in your life?" I had asked him a few years ago. We had just finished a pleasant day of visiting and talking. He hesitated. Then with a bitter smile he told me of his childhood experience some fifty years ago. He was one of many children in a large impoverished family. His parents had struggled to provide food, with little left for housing and clothing. When he was about ten, some neighbors invited him to worship with them. The Sunday School class had been very exciting! He had never heard such songs and stories before! He had never heard anyone read from the Bible! After class was over, the teacher took him aside and said, "Son, please don't come again dressed as you are now. We want to look our best when we come into God's house." He stood in his ragged, un-patched overalls. Then looking at his dirty bare feet, he answered softly, "No, ma'am, I won't ever.""And I never did," he said, abruptly ending our conversation. There must have been other factors to have hardened him so, but this experience formed a significant part of the bitterness in his heart. I'm sure that Sunday School teacher meant well. But did she really understand the love of Christ? Had she studied and accepted the teachings found in the second chapter of James? What if she had put her arms around the dirty, ragged little boy and said, "Son, I am so glad you are here, and I hope you will come every chance you get to hear more about Jesus." I reflected on the awesome responsibility a teacher or pastor or a parent has to welcome little ones in His name. How far reaching her influence was! I prayed that I might be ever open to the tenderness of a child's heart, and that I might never fail to see beyond the appearance and behavior of a child to the eternal possibilities within. Yes, I saw him in the church house for the first time on Wednesday. As I looked at that immaculately dressed old gentleman lying in his casket, I thought of the little boy of long ago. I could almost hear him say,"No, ma'am, I won't ever." And I wept.


This heart-wrenching story really made me stop and think. Needless to say, I have no doubt if Jesus physically walked into most of our churches, it would be terribly sad to see how quickly he would be shooed away, "tsk"ed at, stared at, or talked about upon sight of his long hair and dirty bare feet. Casting Crowns sums this up perfectly in their song "We Are the Body": Jesus paid much too high a price for us to pick and choose who should come.

Ouch.


I am extremely fortunate to be a member of a church where appearance is thankfully not a factor. It is not uncommon to see any of the congregation in shorts, t-shirts, flip-flops, etc. In contrast to this (as I'm sure you all could agree) is that growing up we learned to wear our "Sunday best" to church. I've since learned that my "Sunday best" is on the INSIDE, and that it's not to be used for Sunday ONLY. If I have nothing of import on the inside, if I don't exude God's love and light, does it really matter what my outward appearance is?? We never know what trials and heartaches someone may be facing or encountering, and it is up to us to share God's love with them. We never know if they may come back through those church doors or feel free and welcome to accept God's most precious gift of salvation. And we never know who is watching and listening to what we do and say. I for one am thankful that Jesus accepts us as we are; broken, dirty, and messy. He's the only one that can truly clean us up.