Posted at 13:46h
I'm sitting in Starbucks looking out the window. This is a typical Friday for me. Today, I'm trying to write a sermon for an event I've been asked to speak at in West Virginia in a couple weeks but I'm having trouble focusing. I often find a place to work away from my office where I can sip some coffee. And today, in less than an hour, I've seen no less than four cars drive by with "Jesus For All People"
window decals. One person wearing a "Jesus For All People"
t-shirt came in to order a non-fat latte. I was talking to two people I know who are part of the community of First Christian Church, where our vision, motto, and heartbeat is "Jesus For All People",
and as we were talking, two more people who attend FCC that I've never met stopped to tell us how glad they are that God brought them to FCC.
I'm sitting at the same table in Starbucks where I sat two-and-a-half years ago in an interview for a job that everything within me (and a few close friends) told me I shouldn't take. It meant taking a pay cut to move to a city I didn't know, to become the leader of a struggling ministry within a church that many on the inside and
outside thought was dying, in a city that has been struggling economically for well over a decade.