Some Journey

peanuts

This morning Paige Benton Brown spoke and she was wonderful! We all agreed that we must purchase a copy of the dvd of her session to take back and show the other women at church. The basic outline was that Jesus, the incredible King of Glory described in Revelation, is the very Jesus who is our friend and Savior, and He is the beginning, the end, and every other moment in between. When we go through hard times, our response should not be to find a new solution, but to go deeper into our knowledge and relationship with Christ. She is a great speaker, interesting and fun to listen to, but above all has great Biblical insight and expresses it well.
There were two other speakers today, Mike Campbell, who spoke this evening and was good, but I was very distracted because I had had my contacts in for way too long and was getting a headache.
The middle speaker's name I do not remember, but I very much appreciated her message. She is a counselor to women and others who have experience various forms of sexual abuse, and she spoke about the incredible mission field that exists in girls and women who are vulnerable to such abuse. I appreciated the fact that she pointed out that we, the WIC of the PCA, spend huge amounts of time studying and discussing and teaching all the various ways to express the importance of women's place/position in the church, which is a vitally important topic, but we don't give equal weight to ministering to women's very real needs. She encouraged us to not just talk about where women should be and what they should do, but to get off our duffs and help them see Jesus.

A good day. But my fondest memory will be of the little incident that took place just before one of the sessions began. You see, there was this chair. . .well, I'll make a long story short by just saying that this chair has a history with Joli and I. And it squeaks when you sit down. Really, really, loudly. So we had been kind of watching it and wondering who would sit in it, and just when we had forgotten about it, Pat Wilson plunks down on it and it squeaked REALLY loudly. Being the childish people that we are, Joli and I proceeded to get a pretty bad case of the giggles. We both had tears pouring down our faces, so she turned to Anna Marr (affectionately known to us as "the General") and says,
"Hey, Anna. Do you have any Kleenex?"
Anna nodded her head yes, reached in her purse, and handed Joli a bag of peanuts.
Let's just say it didn't exactly cure our case of the giggles.