I must be a thorn in Thad’s flesh.
Thad and I have the same “conversation” every weekend. It usually begins on Saturday night and ends at 10:45 on Sunday morning-just in time for me to greet our new community with a smile and coffee. I imagine that Thad has memorized this conversation and I know he dreads it every weekend. He patiently listens and reminds me of the certainty of this thing that we have agreed to be a part of. Thad also knows that by 12:30 on Sunday, I will have witnessed the Lord at work in the lives of those in our community, and I will have been humbled and drawn back into this thing we are getting to witness.
It only takes about 3 days for me to slide back into the rut of wishing that God had picked someone else for this task. It is easier to work really hard and stay busy than it is for me to enter into a relationship with someone and wait on the Lord to do the work. It is easier for me to compartmentalize my faith and block it off into hours spent in a building than it is for me to turn my world inside out and be available at all times to say yes to the prompting of the Holy Spirit.
It only takes 3 days to slip into a rut of wishful thinking, 3 more days for that thinking to turn into “I quit.” and only 2 hours for the Lord to woo me back into joining Him.
And He woos me every week…faithfully.
By tomorrow afternoon, I will be slipping back into wishing I could eat dinner from Cowboy Chicken and strategically plan out ways to get parents to lead their children in a growing relationship with Christ. By this Saturday, I will be thinking about all the churches in the area that I could hide out in. But by Sunday at 12:30, I will have had a front row seat to Troy Price’s life story.
And I will have been wooed once again.