From Our Hearts To His Ears
Every Thursday night is house church. My team and I each
grab a plastic lawn chair and make the minute or two walk down the road to our
pastor friends’ house. I’ll be honest, sometimes after a long day of ministry,
bus rides and shoveling down dinner in the 10 minutes we have to spare, the
last thing we want to do is try and keep our eyes open during a church service.
But I also look forward to it because I know the kind of encouragement it
brings me.
Most of the time we’re a song or two late (actually I’m
convinced they start early), so we discretely sneak in the...