Good morning…
Yesterday, Northside United Methodist Church, where we worship weekly as a family and where I work as Women’s Ministry Director, celebrated its 65th anniversary. One story told from the pulpit was how the founding pastor caught God’s vision that this be a church Jesus would want to join.
In 2003, we moved to the Buckhead area and we were church shopping for our family of six. We visited many welcoming churches in the area, four to six times we would return to get a flavor of each faith community. I remember visiting Northside for the very first time. As I picked up our youngest from his two year old classroom, we were slowly toddling our way up the central stairs into the atrium when he looked up at me and said, “Mommy, I think this is where Jesus goes to church.”
The vision cast in 1950 had so filled the lungs of this church family that it whispered gently into the heart of our two year old son in 2003. Twelve years later, this 65-year-old vision fills the lungs of my morning messages, each whispering gently into hearts, “Be Jesus’ church.”
God doesn’t come and go. God lasts.
He’s Creator of all you can see or imagine.
He doesn’t get tired out, doesn’t pause to catch his breath.
And he knows everything, inside and out, Isaiah 40:26b (MSG),
Sue