Thanks Bruce

You know... Sundays come and Sundays go. The ones that I enjoy the most, are the ones when I get to spend time with people. This Sunday was one of those. Duane Davis (good friend of mine) spoke this Sunday, and I had lots of time to connect with people.

As I stood in the back looking out over the people that were in attendance... I had that familiar feeling of how small I am. It's the kind of feeling that makes you realize how incredibly valuable each person in the Body of Christ really is. As I looked over the crowd (which by the way, is at max capacity in our temporary space! Growth in the summer... GO FIGURE!!) Yay God!

Anyway... as I looked over the crowd, I was truly humbled by the wealth of passion, talent, and love that was in that room. I knew I made the right decision to come to this church :)

Afterward, I went to lunch with some folks. Then things got fun...

As I was getting onto the ramp to I75, I saw an older man standing on the side of the ramp. I WAS NOT going to let this opportunity slip by. I quickly pulled over and asked him if he needed a ride. HE LAUGHED!! That was weird...

As he got in, he began changing from laughter to crying. As we pulled off, I didn't say anything so that he could collect himself. A few minuted down the road, I introduced myself.

His name is Bruce.

Bruce is 65, does odd & end manual jobs to make ends meet. Bruce doesn't currently have a car, so he was standing on the ramp praying to Jesus that someone would stop and take him home.

Bruce told me that he had just finished praying, and I pulled up (thus the laughter & crying).

He has fallen on hard times like so many of us. He has been laid off for almost a year, and his only way to make money is to do any odd job he can find.

He is a believer. We talked about God's goodness and grace. I bought him a Coke, and dropped him off in Milford. Bruce made my day. Bruce is full of joy that God loves him. He has no car, no permanent job, barely any money... a breath from being homeless.

This is the secret that eludes so many of us. The secret of contentment.

ME... GUILTY AS CHARGED. So much of my contentment lies within my safety, security, and the ability to make my own way. God teach me this secret, regardless of my circumstances. There are times that I have been closer than others.

Bruce was my Paul today. He has reminded me to celebrate the simple things. Bruce, if you ever read this... thanks for the unintentional nugget of wisdom!