Image found at Wild Life Command Center It was a warm and dark Wednesday night. A friend from home stopped into town to visit me and to see the churches that I'm serving in the Ken-Ton neighborhood. She was excited to see my name on the sign and take in the worship space. So we stopped in to one of the buildings for a tour. As I showed her around the altar area I told her about how amazing it is to be able to serve communion now. In my excitement I laid my flash-light app engaged cell phone down, held my hands in the air to represent my imaginary "bread" and started to say the words on institution. "On the night Jesus was betrayed, he took the bread broke it and said, "This is my body broken for you..." In my friend's delight she shouted, "Oh do that again I want to take a photo!" I obliged and as I held my hands up I felt a "WOOSH!" of air by my arms and head. Was it a gust of wind? Was it a moth? Um. NO. It was
Life is tough, but hope is tougher.