The wind was screaming in white-out, blizzard conditions,
and when I pulled up to Edison Middle School at 4pm yesterday, none of the driveways were plowed and the
sidewalks had 2-foot drifts in front of the doors. But the weather wasn't the story of the
night.
People started filing in.
We had set up about 50 chairs, hoping to fill at least half of
them. With a blizzard, how many people
would actually show up? A lot. We added row after row of chairs until we had
the place filled with 117 people... a miracle from where we stood. But the crowd wasn't the story of the night.
We started to worship, and I can hardly describe the
sense of unity I felt between a bunch of relative strangers, united by their
common call: to reach Janesville with the Gospel of Grace. Hands were raised. Hearts were poured out. Prayers were called out. But worship wasn't the story of the night.
We talked about vision.
We asked questions about specifics and details. We admitted what we knew and what we didn't
know. We brainstormed ideas about what
it would take to reach people in Janesville.
We questioned the feasibility of living as one church in two
locations. We talked about every
conceivable plan we could. But planning
wasn't the story of the night.
The story of the night wasn't about something we
did. It wasn't about a song we sang or a
plan we hatched. The story of the night
was that the Spirit of the Living God fell in our midst. There was no denying the power of God at work
in our hearts and minds. There was no
missing the call that God was placing on our lives.
At one point, I looked over at my wife, and she had tears
streaming down her face, overwhelmed by the grace of God, the love of the
people around us, and the excitement over what God was birthing in that
moment. If you weren't there because of
weather or other commitments, I'm really sorry, because it sure was something
special. But don't be too sad. We're doing it again. Every last Sunday of the month at 6pm, we'll
be doing the same thing. Don't miss our
next one on February 23rd.
I can't believe how blessed I am to be a small part of
what God is creating in Janesville, and I can't wait to take the next steps
with all of you.
What were your impressions of last night? Leave your thoughts in the comments below.