My God Ate my Homework (Part 2)
After I listened to and was edified by that wonderful, powerful daughter of the King, and after I had given her the fundraiser shirts I had owed her for far too long—My Bad!—I went inside.
God could have stopped here, and I would have been blown away. I had just talked to one of the most incredible women I know, and we had decided to meet to discuss all the details of training camp. I was beyond content. I was giddy. He really could have stopped here, and I still would have written a blog about how awesome it was.
But He didn’t stop.
When I walked in, I saw four of my friends who are all outstanding leaders in the local church—Bennett, Madi, Claire, and Natalie. These are world-changing Kingdom-bringers, folks! I wish I could convey all their hearts, passions, potential, and submission to you readers through a blog, but, alas, I cannot. Rest easy knowing that you will meet them and hear about their impact and legacy in Heaven.
After some brief conversations with these gems, I was stoked on Christian community, and pumped for all that God was using them to do and doing in them. I was so encouraged and refreshed at this point that I was probably about to bust wide open and spill guts all over Starbucks (Too Much? Oh. Sorry!).
But then, over in the corner, editing pictures like he always is, sat the one and only Bobby. He is a dear, dear friend, a scrupulous mentor, a mighty man of God, an inspiration, a creative GENIUS, and possibly one of the best people I know. He two will have an exhaustive legacy for you to hear about in eternity, if you have the time to listen (Seriously, that is how long it will be).
I sat down next to Bobby and talked for hours.
We talked about all kinds of stuff. We discussed our particular, individual churches, the church as a whole, wisdom, missions, ministry, stewardship, love, kindness, poverty, cultures, Asians, Asian countries, snakes and a myriad of other random crap.
And it was awesome.
The opportunity to just sit and talk, 100% openly and honestly, with my brother, whom I love, was freeing.
So often we get into the “Churchianity” roll, and we put on our religious mask, even without meaning to sometimes.
Guys, few people rail harder against that sort of Churchianity and Religioso mentality than do I. But if I am being honest, I often times find that I have, without meaning to or noticing, slip right into it. It is all too easy in our American culture of comfortable Christianity.
My friend Bobby shakes me out of that. He brings me into the light of naked vulnerability. I am removed from the judgment seat and often times seated in the “little chair”, humbled, real, and honest.
I say Bobby does that, but, in actuality is the disarming amount of God that flows through Him.
And that is what comprised the next two or three hours of my night—a freeing talk with my brother in Christ; my mentor and friend by choice.
Needless to say, at this point of the evening, I was hopped up on caffeine and no closer to completing my homework. However, I was overflowing with all that God was lavishing upon me, and I knew he was enjoying pouring even more than I was enjoying consuming.
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