Nearly a year has passed since I’ve been with the very first fellowship I helped start here in Virginia. I’ve missed them dearly.
Last night I got to be with them, share some stories of their beginnings, and convey a sense of God’s special pleasure and love towards them.
We all laughed and listened and talked – and there was life.
Most of the people there were new to me, because so many have been used by the Lord to go out from them to start other fellowships – and there are many, many generations of new believers and churches that have come from that one group.
Life reproducing life…
This morning, as I reflect on it all, it struck me: When did I become a grand pa and keeper of the stories?
I guess if we are lucky, it happens to all of us.
God is good, even if I’m too young to be gramps…