A few weeks ago I was serving at a holiday dinner for our church staff. The dinner was being held at my pastor/future uncle’s home and toward the end of the evening he gathered everyone together to reflect upon the previous twelve months as well as to look ahead to the coming year. This is a pretty common activity during this time of year, and at first I thought very little of it. I took a seat in the back and prepared myself to listen to what these men and women of the Lord were going to share. Mark opened the floor up by asking a simple question: In what ways have you seen God move in our church this past year? With this one sentence, I felt tears flood my eyes and out of nowhere I was struggling to hold it together. Because the ways that I saw God move in our church this past year have been too great to number, because the ways in which God moved in my life this past year have been too great to number, and because the Holy Spirit just decided this would be a great time to totally wreck me out…. I was completely speechless for the next half hour or so as I quietly remembered.
To tell you what God has done in my life this past year will require me to tell you what he did in my life the year before that. This is my best story, and this is my worst story; and this is not my story at all.