Average Sunday afternoon? Not.

You ever had so much going on in your mind, that words are hard to come by? That would sum up my Sunday afternoon.

Today was the kick-off day for our church's "motel ministry." Many of the downtown hotels were canvassed yesterday, and flyers handed out telling "extended stay residents" that we were mtg. today at 3 for food and fellowship.

Well, what a mtg. Rick Green, a member of our church...recovering alcoholic...drug dealer...drug addict...spoke to the group of 15 or so about how God has changed his life. Rick explained how he hit the bottom in his life of drugs...found Jesus there amidst great pain and depression. You should have seen the faces in the room. All eyes were on Rick. People connected with him and his story. For many of them, it was their story. An unstable life...moving from place to place...running from something so much bigger than they are.

After Rick spoke, we all scattered around the banquet room and learned more about the struggles of the people. One couple was there b/c they were displaced by Hurrican Ike. Some live at the motel, and know it as their home. They pay a weekly rental fee and live with their families in a hotel room. It's not an upscale place either. It's stinky...smelly...and you and I would last a day.

As we sat around the tables, something happened. Common bonds of human-ness were found. We're all at different places...different economic levels. But...we all have the same void of needing a Savior.

Ministry is tiring. I'm tired right now. Depleted from what I saw. Depleted b/c I've often been a spoiled rotten Christian brat. I just want to be the hands and feet of Jesus. Isn't that what we were left here to do?

God bless. To steal a line from a politcal campaign slogan....may we serve a cause greater than ourselves.

Have a good night,

Marcy