in a community chock-full of “churched” folks i often feel surrounded by people who know Truth. i forget that there are some who have never heard. but they are here, even in my bible belt bubble.
so it was with dodgeball-sweaty hands and a heart fully aware of the immense privilege it is to enter into the redemption story that i handed a bible to a boy who had never before held one.
and it is from a humble heart that prayers for him will continue to come forth. prayers for grace. prayers for his salvation. prayers of praise.
in a room full of junior high chaos it was a holy moment as we flipped through the pages and i marked a place for him to begin reading. he had begun to skim before he even walked out of the room. as giggles and drama and text messages swarmed around him, he read.
tonight redemption was real. and so it was the best of days.
