Each day, I find myself surrounded by holy moments. Not because I work at a church. Actually I think that’s the opposite reason I experience these moments. It’s in working out things. Talking to people. Expressing pain. Expressing beauty. Expressing love, care and concern in whatever way I can.
I love passing along verses to people. Especially lately verses that have been so convicting in my own heart and life, I just know I have to share them with others because they’ve impacted me so greatly. I don’t do it to tell them they need to change, I just throw it out there, because I know it’s changed me.
I experience God in many ways, one of them is in running. Another is in creation and the beauty of all that is around me. And another, just as of lately, has been in people. Now I don’t consider myself a total “people person”, but lately there have been many precious conversations that have caused me to just gently be reminded that God is here. With me. Holding my hand. Wiping my tears. Giving me dreams again. He’s here. He uses other people to sometimes show me things I’ve never thought of before.
Lately I’ve been taking prayer walks. During the day, especially since it’s been so nice lately. Walking around the apartments near the church and just praying fervently. That our church would learn and see how to have compassion and love for these people… these broken people who are so different from us. Who live with their boyfriends or girlfriends, who have many children. Who have many tattoos. Who smell bad. Who cuss us out. Who want nothing to do with church. GOD… how can we love these people???? Our church has been put in this location for a reason. Why are we not broken over wanting to see these people in church and praying for their salvation?
When I read the gospels, I see this picture of Jesus and I wonder… what would he do, now? What would he think of our high walls, gates, and beautiful clothing? What would he think that we are shutting the world out of our “holy” place?
Met with a friend yesterday who goes with a group of people to narcotics anonymous weekly. She said that meeting is more spiritual to her than any other church service she’s been to. Because it’s real.
They are all around us.
In a smile, a warm touch, a friend, an enemy, in working through our bitterness.
Embracing the holy moments.