Here’s what’s going on:
Thursday Night Free Meal & Christmas Party-- Afterwards, we will come back to the Wesley Foundation for Chinese food, we will have a Blind Santa gift exchange, and we will celebrate the season together. Bring a $5-7 gift. Anything you want. And please be there, I have a special gift I want to share with you. It’s not much, but I am so excited about it.
Free Lunch During Finals—Next week we will be serving lunch at the Wesley Foundation Monday through Thursday from 11am till 1pm. Come and be fed. Bring friends! And let me know if you are planning to show up so I can have plenty of food.
Road Trip to Opryland—Also next Friday is our road trip to
Now For Sami’s Ramblings About Jesus:
I love stories. It was my favorite thing about my Silly Papa. My Grandfather could tell the best stories. In fact, it is a part of my heritage on my mother’s side of the family. And it’s not that we stretch the truth, it’s just that we remember big. No matter who is telling the story, it is filled with laughter and timing and love. And all of those things are the best gifts I have received from my
The thing about
Yet one of the things I have learned about life and the way God moves in it, is that often times God’s big stories are very different from ours. God will often take His time in telling it, or letting it unfold. And often it is hidden in the mundane and ordinary. In fact, sometimes we miss the most Holy thing because we are too impatient wait for God’s ending to unfold or our eyes refuse to recognize the small tender movements of love. But God’s story is very much alive in our own stories. We just need to know how to look.
Take for instance the story of my fishing pole. My Silly Papa loved to fish. There is a wonderful picture of him leaning against his fishing boat hanging on my Grandma’s fridge. But more than fishing for fish, my Grandpa loved to fish for people. The last Thanksgiving I got to be with him his memory was quite diminished from Alzheimers. He didn’t recognize most of our family. And we all got tickled when he began coaching my cousin Shae about how to lead my brother Dan to the Lord. He kept saying to her, “Now you could be the one.” And with expert fishing skills he shared with her that she had to be patient and take it slow, not to rush. Just like fishing, leading someone to Jesus is a labor of love.
Two months before my Silly Papa died I had a dream. In it he said to me, “I’m going to have to give you my rod and reel.” I thought he meant he was going to give my husband his fishing tackle (I’m slow sometimes). After I woke up, the Lord impressed upon me that he was leaving me his ministry of fishing for people. Two months later I was at his funeral saying goodbye. And of course there were wonderful stories. We laughed and cried, and we remembered him big. Time passed and the next year my family visited my Grandma. While we were there sitting around telling stories, my aunt Mary asked me to tell the story of my dream. As I did my uncle disappeared from the room. When he came back in he was carrying a hand-built wooden case with a glass front that held a fishing pole inside. My Grandmother had found one of Grandpa’s poles and was giving it to me. Needless to say, I was overwhelmed. And yes, I cried.
Of course the case wasn’t quite finished. It needed to be stained and some finishing touches. So I gave my pole back to allow it to be finished. You know God is like that sometimes. He gives you a glimpse of the thing He wants to do in your life, but then you have to wait for it to be completed. Paul says it this way: “I am confident of this, that the one who began a good work among you will bring it to completion by the day of Jesus Christ” (Philippians 1:6). Sometimes that day seems a long time away, but we can trust Jesus to do that good work. He is so faithful. It’s funny, while I was waiting for my fishing pole to be ready, Jesus has been doing a work in me so that I would be ready to use it.
We just got back from
I share this story as a way of reflecting on the biggest God story we can ever know. On a quiet night, in a cramped city, God sent forth His Son, Jesus. Jesus was born in a stable, 400 years after the last prophet had spoken. The world had been waiting so long for a messiah they had given up hope. It seemed like the story would go uncompleted. And while a choir of angels announced His arrival, it was in the middle of nowhere to a few shepherds. Most of the people in
I want to encourage you to listen for your own fishing pole story this Christmas season. Christmas is all about the incarnation, that wonderful moment when the God who created everything becomes flesh, and dwells amoung us. It is the coming of Immanuel, which literally means “God with us.” Where is God with you, now, in the ordinary circumstances of your life? Where are you surrounded by God’s holiness and may not even know it? Where is God telling His story of hope and salvation through you? Jesus came to us as a babe 2000 years ago. Through his Holy Spirit He comes to us now every moment. May God grant us the eyes to recognized His coming.
This is me trusting,
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