For the first time in years, husband and I saw the new year come in. Usually we just go to bed. The new day will dawn with or without us. But this year our church did something unusual. First we sang, went through the prayer list and had prayer, then listened to preaching for about thirty minutes. Oh, before that we heard a letter from a missionary we recently started supporting.
Then, wait for the drum roll, the chili cook-off. There were four entries, and it was a tough decision. The first two tasted very similar and I had to keep drinking sips of tea between tastes in order to get the varied flavors. Mrs. Juvinall won. Mine came tied for second place with Mrs. Murphy’s.
Then, a very exciting part of the night, we got to skype with our missionaries in Nepal who happen to be our former pastor and his growing family. Their fourth child is due this month. We contacted them around 9:15 p.m. Eastern time. It was 7:45 a.m. New Year’s Day their time. We got to see the kids and the parents and we all got to talk to them for about thirty minutes, and didn’t use much of our data allowance at all. What a treat!
Then we listened to the boys and men do popcorn preaching. We have two young boys in our church, ages 13 and 10, and they both did a real good job. They pulled a verse of scripture out of a bucket, read it, and preached. No one had a chance to prepare; no one knew what they were going to be preaching on, and all did a great job. They were supposed to only have five minutes but a couple of men went over their limit. Nobody minded. It was so much fun.
We all had lots of eating and several people brought bottles of water into the sanctuary to quench the thirst brought on by food and preaching. As anyone who does much talking knows, our throats tend to get a little dry from the exercise. (Hmmm, wonder why singing has the opposite effect: builds up saliva instead of making your throat dry?)
Anyway, my wish for all of you is a healthy new year filled with love, compassion, and blessings. But in order to experience God’s best, you must be one of His children. Everyone is invited to become a part of His family, but unfortunately, most people seem to want to do their own thing instead of seeking His grace, peace, love and forgiveness. Nevertheless, He leaves the choice up to us. I’ve never met a Christian who said, “Gee, I wish I hadn’t given my life to Christ. What a mistake that was!” But I have often heard the lament of “It’s too late. I no longer feel God reaching His hand out to me.” Think about it.