I love going to the movies. Before the kids got here and you had to take out a mortgage to cover the costs of ticket prices, going to the movies was one of my favorite things to do. In my opinion, the best time to see a movie is the theaters first showing of the day. Why the first showing? Because that’s the least crowded time. I don’t like to go when it’s least crowded because it’s easier to find a seat, I like to go then because that’s when it’s the most quiet. I love when it’s quiet because I love to be able to sit far enough back to be able to hear the clicking of the projector. I always have loved that sound for some reason. Unfortunately with more and more theaters going to digital servers and projectors, finding a theater that you can still hear the click of the projector is a rare thing. It might seem strange to you, but as much as I love technology, the only time I ever wish for things to slow down are with randomly small things like this that some people might go a lifetime and never notice.

What do you mean you think I’m obsessed with technology? These are tools, not toys!

The Orchestration of Salvation

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When I watch this video, and I look back on my own journey towards God, I realize there are two things that this fictional story and my story have in common: 1) The unending pursuit of a God who loves me and wouldn’t give up on me and 2) a group of people whose obedience to God and love for me were more important then their own time or comfort.

I ran into an old friend last night, a friend I had not seen since my early high school years. While we were quickly catching up, trying to fill each other in on the last 10 or so years of our lives, she asked me what I did not for a living. When I told her I was a Pastor, the look of surprise was impossible for her to hide. She looked at me and said, “From what I remember about you in school, being a pastor would have been the last thing I would have expected, how did that happen?” The only answer I could come up with in the short amount of time we had was just God’s Grace.

But in fact, as I think about the process and direction my life has taken, the paths that I had to walk, run, and most often stumble down, I realize it was more than God’s grace. It was God’s grace and love plus the willingness of people, some close to me and some not, to be used by God on many different levels in His pursuit of me.

It made me realize this: If we would live our lives with willing hearts and open ears, God could use the things that we might consider insignificant, to bring significance to people around us.

We may never know how many times God has used us as tools in the miracle of Salvation.