I doubt the disciples saw Friday as good. That would have been the last word they would have used to describe what they were experiencing.
t was a hodgepodge of people. The oldest was 91 and the youngest had just hit her fourth month of life. Men and women, boys and girls, and no two looked alike.
Ever have that feeling? Blissfully rolling down the road confident in where you are going and that you are on the right path, only to be stopped in your tracks uncertain of what to do next, waiting on the next directive.
"Unexpected"! That was my wife's response when I asked her how the day had gone. And what was the cause of the unexpected, unaccomplished, interrupt riddled, stress-filled day?
Research has estimated the average person makes more than 35,000 decisions every day. I'm pretty sure my wife makes way more than that, seeing that she is asked between 300-1000 questions each day. No wonder she never knows where she wants to go for dinner when we go on our dates. Maybe you can relate.
I'd love to say the above story was from my life, but it's not. I learned of this interaction from a volunteer leader at our church. It was an interaction he had had within the last month and would have known nothing about it had he not told me. But that was the exciting part for me...
Preacher on the Run... 