We’re going to go check out a new church tomorrow. Surprisingly my anxiety hasn’t kicked in. Then again, I still have 15 hours to go. I don’t know though, this feels different. I hope it is. Their website had very little information so I really don’t know what to expect. Maybe that’s why I’m not anxious – it’s all a big surprise. Except I hate surprises*.
I think the reason I feel more relaxed about this church is because I didn’t pick it out. I feel like the urge to check out this church came from the One who knows what we need. I was thumbing through the employment section of the local newspaper when I came across an ad for a position at a local church. Several hours after putting the paper in the recycle that ad was still on my mind. A call to ministry, me?! I really don’t know. What I am sure about is that we need to go check out the church.
*The only acceptable surprise is “Hi Friend, I’m at the airport. Come pick me up!”