I needed to pray somewhere.
I was driving home and felt compelled to stop at the little stone Episcopal Church on the corner in Windsor, CO.
“Really God? You want me to stop in there?”
I got out of the car. Walked across the street to the red doors of the chapel. Knocked… nothing.
I went to the green door on the side of the chapel and twisted the door knob, gave it a tug, knocked on the door… and “plop”… a pile of snow fell from the gutter above my head and slid down my neck into my jacket. “What the…?!”
“Come on, LORD, you asked me to stop in here.”
I walked around the back side of the building, “What am I doing? This looks like I’m a creeper.”
Someone’s in the window.
Knock, knock… “excuse me”
May I help you?
Yes, hello, I’m a pastor in Greeley, and I was looking for a place to pray for a moment. May I come in and pray in your sanctuary. I feel like the Lord is asking something great in trusting Him as a our little church moves forward. May I pray for a moment? She welcomed me in and said, “If you don’t mind me straightening out some books and sharpening pencils, you can stay.”
I prayed for only 15 minutes or so, but the welcoming Spirit of God in this host was enough to allow me to see God in this 100 year old chapel. God met with me in my time of need.
“God, I need clarity for where you’re taking our congregation.”
I don’t hear words from The LORD, aloud, but I understood in my Spirit that God said,
“I am with you always, even unto the ends of the earth. You have nothing to worry about. I know what I’m doing… you’re going to be alright. Trust me. It’s my church anyways, not yours.”
God’s grace seems so foolish to me. Why would He extend so much extravagant grace to us? Doesn’t He get tired of giving, giving, giving all the time?
What can we possibly give back to God, that we should deserve such grace? … nothing but trust in the work of The Almighty.
Thank you God, that you meet us in our time of need.