I was sitting in church today reflecting on God's grace in placing us there.
Last fall we drilled into our youth that the church is not the building, it's the people. I was thinking about that, and about how amazing it is that we are there. How in our great plan we were visiting this city for a few months.
I could see a brother who, before we started attending was my pilot and flew me to Toronto so that I could have a crucial surgery that may have saved my life a couple of years ago.
I saw some of my youth with their various hopes, dreams, passions and talents.
I saw the quiet violin player who blesses our whole congregation humbly.
I saw our shepherd who daily leads us by his life and ministry in the Word.
I looked around and thought about how each face there was a representation of so many things that the average passer by would not see. Pains and joys. Struggles and triumphs.
I reflected on how God has privileged us with the gift of having this congregation welcome us with open arms. How we are a living body that we have been placed there to be a part of.
I looked and saw my family.
I pray that I never take that for granted. We are so privileged to be a part of this family.
Thank you all for loving us so deeply, so sincerely.
We are blessed to be a part of you.