my biggest fear has been that one Sunday it will just be Dave and me and the girls.
Dave. Preaching to us. Alone.
This is not been a reality for us.
But I realize it will always be a possibility.
My prayer is that I will always remain joyful and thankful.
For 3 people.
As Christians, we are so quick to measure church success numerically.
We do silly things.
We host big events.
Count new converts.
And throw those numbers out from the pulpit.
We think we have a louder voice if we are bigger.
And there is some truth to that.
We are louder.
But what are we saying?
The Lord has been convicting me lately.
And teaching me.
Instilling in me a new fear.
That I should have had all along.
That no one would come to know Him.
How sad would that be?
In church planting, it's really easy to get wrapped up in logistics.
The technicalities of a mile-long "to do" list.
Feeling like we are needed for church to go perfectly.
Feeling like church has to go perfectly.
Last Sunday we sang a Christmas carol.
"Oh Come Let Us Adore Him."
In the middle of a heat wave.
The "big church" in me was screaming.
Internally warring against my traditions.
"It's 110 outside. Why are we singing this?!"
But, I have to say. It was incredible.
Pure, amazing worship.
A reminder that we are to not only celebrate Him in December.
But every day.
The story and celebration of His redemptive birth and life is the purpose of church.
A story told to a congregation of 3 people. Or 2,003.
And although I pray otherwise,
even if our little family ever finds itself alone at Sunnybrae on a Sunday morning.
We are never alone.