Last Sunday, our church met together with ten of our sister churches for a combined service. Individually, our churches are small and spread out in local communities across two counties, but once every two years we all come together and it’s glorious. The singing. The shared fellowship, and vision. The friends we haven’t seen in a long time. It’s good to remember that we’re in this together.
One of the illustrations in the sermon was about how, in Christ, God’s children don’t need to wonder about his love for us, like someone pulling petals from a daisy saying, “he loves me, he loves me not”. In Christ, we are secure, and every petal is, “he loves me”. Isn’t that wonderful? As I listened, I noticed a friend of mine a couple rows up doing something I’ve never seen him do before. Kevin is a leader in his local church, and a careful theologian. He teaches for our local Bible college, and is currently finishing up his doctoral thesis on the work of the Holy Spirit in the Old Testament. Yet there he was, drawing daisies on a sheet of paper. Petals, leaves, stems—and big, happy smiles.
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