THE LADIES

Wednesday, April 12, 2017

Is. 50:4-9a; Ps. 70; Heb. 12:1-3; Jn.13:21-32


 

 

Here’s a good one for me to write, because I get too emotional telling it.  It is true.

Some background:

When I was a little boy in the 1960’s, I had a drug problem:  My mother drug me to school and drug me to church.  I didn’t like those things.  I did have a few friends at church, and Sunday school was fun.  But sitting in “big church” and doing nothing was not for me.  All a kid could do is sit there and wonder.  So, I wondered a lot.  Probably subconsciously, information seeped in.  And maybe I wondered about that.  All I know for sure is that “a seed was planted.”  Thanks, Mom.

Fast forward to 1986:

I wondered if Leslie would be nervous on the Big Day.  I was a cool cucumber, of course, and my buddies, now scattered across the country, were all there.  When Leslie and I took the stage for the big event, you guessed it.  She was cool and smooth, and I began to fall apart.

What happened there in my head was a powerful event for me.  I looked around that packed church, and I spotted the individual familiar faces of every one of the most important people in my life smiling at me.  And there was my Mom.  It all impacted me so hard.  And all at once!  And . . . I did not even see it coming.  God showed up in that moment, and I sensed Him telling me “Dave . . . this is for real.  Everything is going to be okay.”   I believe to this day that this was the moment I truly met our Father.

–Dave Daniel