Yesterday after church, I joined 4-5 other families over at another family’s home to make corn nuts. I never knew you could actually make them until last year. We had a great time making corn nuts together.
Later that evening, after paintballing with the youth group, I dropped their daughter off, and spent some time talking with the couple (mid-30s) who hosted the evening. The father was just nominated to be an Elder on Session for our church. He’s nervous because, as he puts it, “I don’t know the Bible real good.” He’s an incredible man, with a huge heart, who simply tells it like it is. I can totally see him sitting there in a Session meeting, listening to all the church politics that go on, and finally blurt out, “This is bullshit.” He’s a cut-to-the-chase kind of guy. Anyway, we were talking about church and some other stuff, when I realized that we really did have church in their house that afternoon. We had about 15-20 people, working, playing, laughing and eating together – we were sharing our lives – sharing joy, love and Christ with each other – all over corn nuts.