No, I don't know the totals yet for Cannonball, but the stories I'm hearing from people's hearts are amazing. Thank you for being ALL IN.
Here is a VIDEO I sent out to the congregation about the weekend, and here is a link if you missed this weekend and want to add your commitment online. (ONLINE CANNONBALL PLEDGE FORM)
I am thankful for so many things this week - my amazing kids (including a new son ☺), my family, my church, my friends, and of course my smokin hot wife, boogity, boogity, boogity, Amen.
But mostly I’m thankful to God for His amazing providence and grace and mercy and bounty He has provided in my life. If the Pilgrims were thankful, I ought to have a bigger word!
We can all be thankful, it’s mostly about taking the time.
In Luke 17 – “ Jesus traveled along the border between Samaria and Galilee. As he was going into a village, ten men who had leprosy met him. They stood at a distance and called out in a loud voice, “Jesus, Master, have pity on us!” When he saw them, he said, “Go, show yourselves to the priests.” And as they went, they were cleansed. One of them, when he saw he was healed, came back, praising God in a loud voice. He threw himself at Jesus’ feet and thanked him—and he was a Samaritan. Jesus asked, “Were not all ten cleansed? Where are the other nine?”
I’m sure that the other nine were grateful. They were just too excited about their newfound healing and they wanted to share it with those they hadn’t been able to see in a long time. I can’t blame them. I just hope they went back and said “thanks” at some point.
But it’s a great reminder for us to take a moment and stop and say thank you to the one who healed us from a greater problem than leprosy.
My daughter Lauren wrote a great blog this week about the work of God. it reminds me to be thankful, and reminds me of the blessings I sometimes take for granted.
“She’s singing and dancing by herself downstairs. It’s her job to make dinner, and tonight we just eat bread and have tea, so while she’s waiting for the water to boil, she hears her favorite song come on and runs outside by the speaker.
Eres todo, poderoso (You are all powerful)
Eres grande, majestoso (You are great, majestic)
Eres fuerte, invincible, (You are strong, invincible)
no hay nadie como tu, (There is no one like you)
She’s dancing to it and yelling the words, and I am upstairs laughing.
She trusts now, in spite of the 8 years of abuse. And I bet her dancing is better than David’s.
Then there’s the other she. She tells me God is her best friend, that he always was. I asked her who told her about God.
No one, she said. God would talk to her when she was alone and crying… after bad things happened to her. Since then, she’s always trusted him.
Yet another she says that God, well, she never wanted to know him. And I assure her that he already knows and loves her, but she doesn’t care.
And I am weighed down by the last she. Until I remember that not too long ago the first she I mentioned, well, she told me God was bad.
And now she’s practically yelling the opposite.
And so I remember to keep praying, because he is todo, poderoso, he is grande, majestoso, he is fuerte, invincible, and there is no one like our God.
Psalm 107:8-9 says, "Let them give thanks to the LORD for his unfailing love and his wonderful deeds for men, for he satisfies the thirsty and fills the hungry with good things."
LET US GIVE THANKS!
Happy Thanksgiving,
Tim
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