Jesus Lives?

I was on my way to Bethel church, drove through a forest and around mountains in the pouring rain-I sure am glad my dad told me how to tap breaks before I left because I am definitely a tapper! It was all good until the sign read, “Rock slide area.” “Well great, Grace drives across America to get run down by a boulder. If I had a quarter for all the angry Californians stuck behind me on the road as I did not dare drive over fifty around any curves. “Sorry buddy not from here besides read my license plate, it says North Carolina First in Flight we don’t drive!”

I joked around with God on my drive, at one point I said out loud, “Hey God my hair is greasy from sleeping in this car and no real shower. If you have someone at Bethel give me a place to stay and they aren’t weird or creepy, I’ll never question you again and I’ll worship you forever!”

I reached the church twenty minutes before the service ended. The speaker was talking about how John knew Jesus loved him and how love was his foundation. Peter’s perspective relied on how much he loved Jesus. He lived in a what I must do for you mentality which in another way it could be said that Peter lived in law; John lived in Grace and even though John scattered when Jesus was taken away, he was still at the bottom of the cross as Jesus took his last breath. He could still stand before God because nothing could ever take away the love of God from John, where Peter’s love was based on himself and when he scattered, he hid from God in shame.

The service ended and then guess what happened!!!

A woman who wasn’t weird invited me to stay at her apartment for the weekend. She lived in a condo with a spare bedroom her son recently vacated. I took a shower and felt my curls reassemble into their former bouncy goodness. I learned about her life, her pain, her trials, her hopes, and her great sadness-and she got a friend for the weekend.

Happy Memorial Day!

Oh, and I’m pretty sure that Jesus lives.