Tomorrow marks 100. Wow.
It is hard to believe that it has been two years already. But as “they” say, time flies when you are having fun, right?
I can’t put into a short blog post a complete download of what these 99 Sundays at OneLife have been like, but they have been nothing short of a miracle. Literally.
I have seen scared, broken, hurting people walk through those doors on a Sunday morning and within weeks, their lives have completely changed.
I remember a now very dear friend of mine coming to OneLife for the first time with her boyfriend. As she entered the building she hardly made eye contact with me as I tried to introduce myself and welcome her. All they wanted to do was find a seat in the auditorium and be left alone.
And who wouldn’t? If you have ever been hurt by the church, by “churchy” people, or have preconceived notions of the church being full of hypocritical, judgmental people, sure it can feel a little yucky walking through those doors.
But that is why I so love my church and, even more so, love what God has done through our church. Because we are not that church!
Without spitting out a bunch of yay-for-us stats, I thought I would give a few personal to-God-be-the-glories that I have seen and experienced over the past two years at OneLife.
Here they are:
I was so hopeful that one day I would be the proud owner of a Magic Bullet blender. I watched that blender as it was marketed for years.
It was literally the most popular item I have ever seen marketed on a basic cable channel. And it was amazing to see how two people could talk about a blender. For four hours straight. That blender really looked like it could work some magic… on TV.
I would watch as the cheesy, overly excited salesmen convinced me that I could basically blend up a five course meal in 15 minutes. And I fell for it hard.
One of the very first things that Rodney and I registered for when we were engaged was that dang Magic Bullet. And we got it, used it once, and then donated it to KARM (Knox Area Rescue Ministries) who then sold it to some poor soul who should not have paid a THING for it.
So after all of those years of hoping I would someday own a life changing Magic Bullet, there is my disclaimer. Do not buy the Magic Bullet.
I’m not skipping church tomorrow…
Why not? Well that should seem like an obvious answer, but it really isn’t.
Going to church is not all about being married to the pastor. I don’t feel like I have to drag my butt out of bed every Sunday, put on my church face, dress my child in the best clothes that she has, and pretend that I care. Believe it or not, I love my church and I love going to church every week.
Does that mean we never miss a Sunday? No. We actually played hooky last week when we were in Bristol for the redneck, I mean NASCAR, race.
Just to keep the trend going a bit, I wanted to share the Top 5 Reasons I Love My Church