Wow, what a week. It says in Scripture that "A prophet is never accepted in his hometown." This week, I tested the truth of this verse.
It's a potential sort-of nightmare to go back to one's high school and give one's testimony to a bunch of your high school teachers. For many, their high school is the last place they would ever want to return to. But it was a wonderful week, and I am very grateful that I was able to go home and share with my teachers, former youth minister, and other folks who know me what I'm now doing with my life, what the Lord has called me to and what He's calling us all to, a life of discipleship.
God really does hold all things together. I would not have guessed that He would place me in a Catholic school system, a great youth group, then show me UCO and covenant community, and then bring me to a place where I could return and serve the community that I was raised in.
I'm just grateful for His wisdom, grace, and surprises. It's a good thing His ways are not our ways.
As they say in High School Musical, we're all in this together, this work of sharing the Gospel with others. It's great to realize how wide God's net is and how He uses high school teachers, their students, everyone who is willing to throw their lot in with His, to begin the work of building His kingdom on earth.
