Pastor John
We last saw him in the summer of '78.
Our ministry with kids had closed,
and we were being reassigned to a
church 2000 miles away. Little did
I know that we would ever see John
again.
My wife and I had not forgotten John or any
of the kids that we grew to love and treasure
during the 4 years we spent sharing Christ with
them. However, we never imagined that there would
be a spiritual reconnection on this side of heaven.
As it turned out, John went on a search and found
us on Facebook. He never realized that about a
year prior, we had moved back to within 100 miles
from where we were 45 years ago.
Long story short, a few months ago, he made contact,
informing us that he was one of the kids with whom
we worked more than 40 years ago. We took them all
to church each Sunday in a little blue van.
John has been pastoring for 20 years in the same
community we were in when he was a kid. Who knew?
He has invited me to speak next Sunday which is
Father's Day.
In my journeys through this pilgrim land, there were
times when I felt like a failure. It is stories like John's
that remind me that we are not failures in the work
of God. I tell you, in my line of work, it doesn't
get much better than this. I am highly elated,
very grateful, and deeply honored.
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Copyright © Curtis Johnson | Year Posted 2023
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