Shawn and I spent the last 48 hours with friends, celebrating the grand opening of their church.
I got to be a small part of this exciting weekend. On Saturday night we handed out free bottles of water and fliers inviting people to come.
The next day, I watched as over 300 people filled a middle school auditorium to worship Jesus and hear the inspiring news of salvation.
As part of their grand opening they did a campaign. For everyone that came, the church would donate 10 years of clean, safe drinking water to someone over seas. The great news is that they had so many people, they are building a well!!!
No donations, other than the standard Sunday offering, were taken. The only thing the people had to do is show up, and in showing up they heard the Gospel.
On Saturday in talking with my girlfriend, she was sharing about a situation she didn’t want to be involved in, but she reminded herself of the one. The one that would come, would hear, and would put their faith in Jesus.
Many people came simply because of the humanitarian aspect of what the church was doing. And yet, they still heard. And maybe one (or more) of them was the one. Jesus went to Samaria for one. An outcast, slutty woman. By going to Samaria for her, the Bible says that many more in her village were saved.
Even if their grand opening service, all of the months planning & preparing, the stresses, and the handing out of hundreds of bottles of water, fliers, dvds, flowers was for ONE person to be saved than all of it was worth it.
I love me some Prudy!
I am a wife of 9 1/2 years. I grew up in church, but it wasn’t until recently that I began to understand what it means to be a Christian. God is slowly revamping my heart and mind to be like His. I long to see those who are in poverty rescued. This is one area my heart absolutely weeps for.









