Last night the teens were in charge of our church service. They prayed, they sang, they played the organ and piano, they took up the offering, and then two of the young men preached: Luke S. and Man-boy.
And you know how to make a really proud mama? Get her baby up there preaching.
Man-boy has a thing for Job. He preaches in children's church and at the nursing home all the time and has always said, if you can't figure out what to preach on, go to Job. I never would have thought that. So last night he went to Job. You know the story in chapter one: Job loses everything he owns (which is substantial), all his kids, all his servants, and then comes verse 20.
Then Job arose, and rent his mantle, and shaved his head, and fell down upon the ground, and (wait for it) worshipped.
Is that what you would do? Yeah, me neither. Anyway, Man-boy went on to tell about how last fall he fell in a big way. He made a bad decision that he knew was wrong, and within seconds it was public knowledge. Falling flat is one thing, but falling flat publicly is another thing entirely and pretty hard to recover from.
Man-boy spent the next four months trying to get past it and had a hard time picking himself up and getting going for God again. Until just recently when he was listening to Gold City and heard this song:
and he decided he'd better get up and get ready and stop wasting time whining and having a pity party. What a great message from a 17-year-old!
Be thankful ~