I'm about to leave the office with PB to go and pick up the older of the two BICS vans from the shop. The class heads out this afternoon for Aroostook County on a ministry team tour of northern Maine. There will, of course, be little done that will meet the definition of "ministry". So often the Holy Spirit's presence is invoked into a room where neither the officiants nor the congregants are really prepared for the moment. And so there are performances and wistful, sentimental reflections, the symbol has to suffice for the substance, and we hope that the Lord will somehow redeem the hour. Thankfully, he almost always does. I'm so very grateful for these tours - I remember several times a crystal clear reception beating out the static and the hum and getting a sense of what it means to minister. Skits and songs and times of testimony can be a drenched altar for sure; but how much more amazing the flame when it is lit! Do you remember those times of fellowship with the Lord in ministry? Did it frighten or inspire you? Did it cause you to pursue a life of opportunities to know it over and over? I'm sure it seems like a lifetime ago for a lot of us - how do you remember those times today? Pray for the students as they travel and minister this weekend - may they know and redeem the fellowship of the Lord more completely than we have.
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