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Last night I attended a prayer meeting at church. Sitting in the familiar green chairs, I smiled at the people around me, a random collection, all aware of their need for God. We worshipped together side by side, then some of them got up to pray at the microphone up front. Timid voices, strong voices, broad shoulders, stooped shoulders, zealous eyes, tired eyes, each prayer adding a stone to the foundation of my faith. 

These people have no idea how much they encourage me, I thought. But I notice them. Their presence speaks volumes. Here is a sampling just from tonight. You may be among them.  

Last year I prayed that God would show me a place to serve that was outside my suburban, 2-car-garage, Starbucks latte comfort zone. The countless Scriptures about serving the poor and needy bounded out of the pages of my Bible and waved their arms at me.

We invite you to join us for a slow soak in the Gospel of John.

Together, we will watch, consider, study, and worship Jesus, the Incarnate Word.

In our recent women’s Bible studies, we’ve moved at a brisk pace, gobbling up the goodness of the Word and fitting some longer studies into fewer weeks.

My son Adam’s job involves calibrating pharmaceutical instruments. He does all kinds of procedures I don’t understand to all kinds of machines I don’t understand so the gauges read accurately. So the medications we take are produced correctly. So we don’t die.

I can’t imagine why the gauges need all that attention. I mean, once you set them to the standard, shouldn’t they stay put? 

Every mom can close her eyes and visualize the ideal Mother’s Day. 

Older moms envision their kids all together in one place, laughing and enjoying each other in sanctified bliss. Young moms dream of sweet notes from their kids and a few hours of gorgeous solitude with iced coffee in hand. 

Sometimes those dreams come true, and sometimes–Poof!–they disappear in a cloud of pointless arguments or diaper blowouts.