My fingerprints

I do alot. And I know I say that often, but I really do. I am the walking definition of busy and overcommitted. Just look at my blogging pattern. But I love it.

Last night, I saw a glimpse of the result. I saw the things come out of students that I put in them. That is a blessing. When you squeeze a tube of toothpaste, toothpaste will come out. I want to make sure I know what is coming out of my kids when they are squeezed.

I was talking to a visitor last night who is looking for a new church about our service and what we have offer that she probably isn't going to find elsewhere in the area. And I credited this to our pastor.

At GC, we make disciples. We are trained to make disciples. We are told to make desiciples. We are enforced to make disciples. And we are avid about making disciples. This is our focus. Getting back to "the old school church". This is what Pastor Joey has asked. And this is what we do. And reality hit me last night... this is what they need. They want to be discipled. They want leaders. They want people that support this generation (Kort Marley).
There are people that want me to do what I am trying so hard to do.
God is not the only one.

And that is a joyful realization, don't you think?

My students... I love them.
My deacons... I love them.
My fellow leaders... I love them.
My pastors... I love them.

I am going to think about these people for the rest of my life. And what better people to think about. I am changing the face of the planet. I am changing a generation. And I am not doing it alone. If you don't believe me.... wait a couple years, and you will see what I mean.