You won't always find it in the place you expect.

What are you talking about? Wallet, keys, God (No, I don't think God's an it)
Is this some shameless plug for Citywalks next teaching series, "what are you talking about?" Nope. It's not about my wallet or keys either.

And it's only a little bit about God.

Yesterday morning was one of those Sunday mornings. One of the Sundays that you hear other church planters reminisce about..."remember that one Sunday?" I naively thought I would never have one of those Sundays. But I did.

One of the main reasons we meet on Sundays is to connect with God. Every Sunday you can find these words in our bulletin, The Worship Event is a place of connection – To God, others and purpose in life. May your experience this morning be meaningful as you explore and deepen your connections. This I believe is something that happens, because of God, not because of something we fabricated or manipulated, but the environment we find ourselves in can play a part.

I would be surprised if anyone really connected on Sunday morning... based on the environment. I have a high threshold for distraction, but it can still be reached. And it was. How and I why doesn't really matter (but imagine a constant stream of people walking into the auditorium looking for supplies they had stored there for an event taking place just outside our walls), what matters is that we meet to connect with God, and I couldn't find my keys or wallet anywhere...

By the way, thanks for the reminder that one of our church values is "interruptions allowed."

What really matters is that people are connecting with God, and if it doesn't happen in the pre-determined time and place (the church service) that's okay. I had a remarkable conversation late Saturday night with the homeless lady I am trying to help. I didn't just bump into her by accident...I chased her down. When I found her, she was sitting on the sidewalk, staring at the wall and doodling in a notebook. She had been crying. We talked for nearly half an hour. She didn't want or ask for anything. We were just being friends to each other. God was in that moment.

Later Sunday night, some friends went to another church and said the experience was great. God was in that service for them. Another friend was sharing his story and the meaning for him of God saving him, literally. It was beautiful. God was there. And on Sunday afternoon we (Ali and me) connected with a couple we have not seen for some time (at the same event that was causing me grief just an hour earlier). And it felt like God was there. And, and, and...

Thanks for the reminder, God, that I won't always connect with you where I expect to.

And I don't really hate Sunday mornings...just some of them.