It seems that God is starting our home group before it starts. One of our desires is to create a safe place for “the lost boys,” people who are Christ-followers but have trouble fitting in to “church.” This past week, we had several come through our house — to look at our air conditioner, to refinance our house, to repair the brakes on our friend Mike’s car that’s been living in our driveway.
Saturday night, Mike and Teddy were over, so we watched a tape of Joe Satriani, Eric Johnson and Steve Vai in concert, doing instrumental electric guitar pieces. I mentioned that my back was hurting and that I had to lead worship on Sunday, so Kay said, “Why don’t we pray for you?” Except that sly fox deliberately stayed out of praying so that Mike and Teddy would have to pray, to give them practice. Then Mike said his stomach wasn’t feeling well, so we prayed for him (Kay jumped in that time).
And so it begins: Eating together, watching guitar gods on video, and praying for each other. Like I said, God is starting before we are.