This past Sunday was one of those Sundays where I was literally just in shock of where the Lord has brought us. It was one of those Sundays that I found myself overwhelmingly thankful to play a minuscule part in what God is doing here in Boulder. We moved to here over two years ago to be a part of planting The Well and were meeting in our living room for church. We had no idea what this whole church planting thing would look like. This past Sunday, over 200 people showed up to our Easter service downtown. That may not seem like much, but that means that over 200 people were either reminded of or heard for the first time the beauty of scandalous grace. To me, it was not only a reminder that God is sovereign and oh so good, but it was a glimpse of Heaven. Perfect weather, sunshine, kids dancing to worship music, the well-to-do sitting next to the homeless, strangers singing loudly - all proclaiming the Gospel of Jesus.
It was amazing to sit back and watch as people ran or biked by, people stopping at the stop light and rolling down their windows, people sitting and listening intently in the Bandshell seating...hopefully each hearing a bit or all of the truth that was spoken. It was amazing to watch Chase pray with a heroine addict. It was amazing to watch the mentally ill, the drunk from the night before, the not recently showered, the homeless raise their hands and close their eyes during worship...not caring if they were presentable or put together. They clearly were not concerned with that.
I pray I can stop pretending that I need to be put together and perfect before I come to the Father.
I pray I stop making excuses for being real and broken and just fall to my knees or raise my hands like they were.
I pray with all of my heart that they met with Jesus on Sunday morning. I know I did.