I cross this old, majestic bridge on my way to church every week. It’s the most direct route and without it I would have to travel many miles to get there. This brings me to the question, Why do I go to a church so far outside of town?
It all started years ago when Steve had pneumonia and needed oxygen. A kind man delivered the necessary equipment and invited us to his church. Steve knew and respected Darrell greatly and said, “Yes.”
At the time, I was looking for a church to attend. And from the first day I set foot into the New Life Sanctuary, I felt at home. God hooked me with their music!
Recently, Darrell’s wife passed away. This dear sweat lady had been the bookkeeper for the church for many long years. Soon after, the pastor took me aside and said, “I need a secretary treasurer, and God has laid you on my heart.” Then went on to apologize because, due to illness, the books needed special attention. The pastor felt like she was dumping a load on me, but Little did she know, it was right up my alley.
It didn’t take me long to jump face first into books and get to work. I admit, I did feel a little like an awkward elephant in a china case crunching around the office until the Lord said, “Claim it.” I did and things got much better.
Even then, I occasionally want to throw the books on the ground and stomp some sense into them, but before I can even have a tizzy, the Lord says, “Move along.” Of course, He’s right. I couldn’t possibly fix a missing trail, so why hang myself on the inconsequential things.
It’s amazing how God intervenes and sets you on a path or, in my case, crossing an ancient bridge for His purpose. Not to mention, it’s a glorious link to a church full of wonderful people who have taught me the beauty of Jesus Christ.