Inspired

Okay. So I said I was going to wait until something inspirational hit me before I blogged again. Well, it happened. Just this morning...

Comanche asked me to visit the church he has been attending. (I think he thought I was getting out of the habit of going to my own church.) Anyway, it meant a lot to him or he wouldn't have asked. I got up this morning, got around, waited on Jeff and then we went to church to meet Comanche (who incidentally got up earlier and went to Sunday School). I sent him a text to meet us in the lobby where we were waiting. He came down the hall with a group of similar aged people and they all smiled and welcomed us to their church. Jeff and I went to find a seat while Comanche stayed with the group of young men and were seated a few rows away. Several people behind us welcomed us, made small talk, and generally gave us the good ol' Baptist "hello". When I turned back towards the front of the sanctuary, I was inspired.

What I saw were several of the young men I had seen earlier standing in front of the alter, huddled together. The teacher in me perked up and wondered what the guys were up to, the mother in me perked up and looked around for my offspring. But the Christian in me was the part that was inspired. The young men were huddled with their heads bowed. They were praying together...standing in a group...in front of the entire church...and then hugged afterwards. Their demeanor was so much like that of the elders of the church I attended as a child. These young men were behaving like grown men that had been walking the Christian walk for years!

Normally, this wouldn't be a big deal IF it were older men, laying their hands on one of their own, praying for God's mercy or healing, or whatever the need. However, what I saw was not grown men, this was young men; about 12 young men...all between the ages of 16 and 18 or 19. When the huddled group finished hugging, they backed up a little and the each young man had a look on their faces that was pure love for each other. They were genuinely praying for each other and all that entails.

The church was a nice visit, but in all honesty it made me miss my own. The lesson learned: go to church and pray for each other. Whatever those guys were praying for, I am most certain that God was listening.