Since Darien was in the pulpit on Sunday, I got to do something I absolutely LOVE to do and almost NEVER get to do.
I got to walk around church, pop into every room, and see what was going on…
Mrs. Possing’s class was writing letters to children in Honduras. They each put a Bible verse in their letter and then whatever else they wanted to include by way of first grade conversation. Here is one letter from the boys I helped. I wish you could see it in seven-year-old writing.
But here it is:
Dear Julio,
A verse. Blessed is the man whose transgression is forgiven, whose sin is covered. Psalm 32:1.
I like orange soda the best.
Love,
Your friend
During second service I was walking through the lobby and preparing to turn and head back down the hall. The service had been going for about 20 minutes. I heard the front doors open and I turned to see who it was. I figured it was one of the deacons returning from checking on the parking lot or somebody who was running pretty late.
I recognized the man. He was a friend of Wayne’s whom I had met at Starbuck’s last week. He was coming to RBC for the very first time.
I immediately welcomed him, telling him how glad I was to see him.
I was then able to take him around the side (since I know where Wayne and Carol always sit) and get him a seat near Wayne. After I dropped him off and walked down the hall it kind of hit me. Here is somebody brand new.
Never been to RBC before.
Coming in late. Not sure where to go.
And he probably only knows two people in the whole church.
One of those people “just happens” to be the only person passing right by the front door while he is walking in.