It was cold in Waco. 45 with a wind chill of 32. That’s too cold.
In spite of the chill, we decided to stick around for early church in Waco. It was a good service. Heard a new song I want to introduce to Gregg. I don’t know the name of it, but the key line of the chorus is: “How good, how good, how good of God.”
Speaking of songs, they sang “Family of God.” Chris and I reflexively held hands. She then grabbed Lindsay’s, who grabbed Zak’s. Not sure how far down it went, but it felt a little like home. Right after that song, Josh leaned back and said, “You can’t get up and leave just because we sang that song.” But … but ….
The sermon was on getting rid of sin by relying on the Spirit. Josh did a little payback in there. He used an example from his early fishing days (like 7 years old-ish).
Seems that sin is like live shrimp in a bait bucket. Not only do they have a sharp horn, they also pop away when you try to grab one.
That’s what sin does when you try to get rid of it on your own. Stabs you and pops away.
But he recalled watching his dad get a shrimp from the bucket. He watched Dad stir up the shrimp until they stopped kicking, then grabbed what floated to the surface. Easy peasy.
The point was … following the example of the Father is the only way to be successful in getting rid of sin.
After the service Chris added a thought. That sermon further explained why Josh doesn’t like to eat shrimp. Shrimp is sin. Of course one of the other pastors heard that and declared, “Maybe, but when you bread them real good and fry them up, it kills out all the sin.” I’m with you on that one, Pastor Zach!
We made it back to Galveston sometime around three. After a quick stop at the house to unload, though, we got back in the car and headed over to the grocery store to replenish some staples like milk and eggs. We also picked up one of the over-the-counter meds I was out of.
Good to be home. Now where are going next?
Philippians 3:10-11 says, My goal is to know Him and the power of His resurrection and the fellowship of His sufferings, being conformed to His death, assuming that I will somehow reach the resurrection from among the dead.
Father, thanks for the whole concept of home. Gets us in the mood for Home with you, I guess. Amen.