Coming to the Lampost Cont.

Obviously it was not the end of the story. (see previous post for the beginning) I thought it was but then I remembered two things. First, that I had prayed while applying to seminary that if there was something else that I was supposed to be doing that He would make it obvious.

The second thing I remembered was a desire, a passion long oppressed by practicality and more attention to the reality of my own inadequacy than is deserved. I didn’t so much remember it as you remember information or an event but more like you remember the familiar smells of your Grandmother’s house but not until you are there again. You see I knew Jeff Hanson because he directed a couple of plays I was in in High School and I had also seen Lampost perform on several occasions. I remember I would think, "they have a neat ministry" or "that drama really touched me." But I never dreamed about being a part of Lampost. It never got that far. Kind of like if you have ever watched NASCAR and thought of what it would be like to be the crew member who changes the front right tire of the winning car.

The rest of the story is obvious. Everything worked out. My last day working at the summer camp was the day before I was needed at Lampost and that is where my previous blog, "Flying Flapjacks and a Rubber Chicken" begins.

"Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us, to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, for ever and ever! Amen." Eph. 3:20-21