November 11, 2007: I am thankful that I am a member of a church who practices acceptance, and not merely preaches it.
Our small group was just about to end in prayer when a stranger with a tattoo on his forehead asked timidly if he could join us. Without batting an eye, everyone at the table shook his hand, introduced themselves, and asked what prayers we could raise up for him.
A few moments later, our service began. The topic? Acceptance.
I truly believe that he felt accepted, both by us and by our Lord. He went to the front of the church and got on bended knee during the altar call. What did he pray? I don't know. But that gentleman felt God's hand on him, and witnessing it moved me to tears.
Thank you Lord, that he was able to find you here...