I recently got a text from my brother telling me that a good mate of his was coming to church with him for the first time *cue fanfare*.
I know the happy feeling that comes when someone you're close to finally makes the potentially life-altering decision to give church a chance. If only he/she really knew the truth that would come crashing down before them during that hour and a half (or so). If they knew the impact it'd have on their lives, they'd camp out overnight waiting for the doors to open.
But sometimes it takes a little more background work and foundation laying before that opening visit. And that was the case this weekend. So after a very long chat in the park en route to church and a whole range of questions and issues tossed back and forth, here's hoping that this one lad is a few steps closer to encountering the Saviour who will totally and utterly blow his mind and rewrite his entire future.
It's not just a slight change to a Sunday morning routine; it won't be a warm fuzzy feeling at Christmas and Easter; it isn't some weird set of rules and rituals that will make him want to live differently.
It's a new horizon; a new body; a new future entirely. And a God to worship that will be far greater and more exciting than any of the other gods he's chosen to bow down to so far.
