Thursday, August 11, 2011

Today my thoughts dwell on the old lady who used to pick me up from school and take me to an old country church to tell a group of us Bible stories with puppets and felt boards.

I thought about the people who worked at all those Vacation Bible Schools I attended as a kid.

I thought about the bus driver who picked me and several other kids up for Sunday School and then brought us home.

I thought about my Girls in Action leader, whoever she was the one and only year I got to go.

These people remain faceless in my memories. I can't even remember anything specific they said to me.

But when I was looking for a way to live my life, the compass of my soul was pulled toward the direction they pointed. I came to love the Jesus I don't even remember them telling me about and I imagine that some of them have already received their reward in heaven for the part they played in my now deep, abiding faith.

And as I serve the children who come to camp this week and as they jump around and run in every direction while they are being told the greatest story of all: God's creation of them, His love and devotion to them and His work of redemption for their souls, the Holy Spirit whispers to my heart that,

"Since God in his wisdom saw to it that the world would never know him through human wisdom, he has used our foolish preaching to save those who believe."

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