On the morning of my Compassion Sunday event, I arrived early to set up my table and meet with the technical- support volunteer who would be playing my DVD and running my PowerPoint show. My 15-minute spot would be just after announcements.Continue Reading ›
After signing up to receive information about Compassion Sunday from compassionsunday.com, I shared the DVD I received with my pastor. He offered to show the teaser videos to our church in advance of our main event.Continue Reading ›
My church’s first Compassion Sunday was fast approaching. It had been a long time in the making. My hope was that it would be a life-changing experience for someone, not just a soon-forgotten, non-event in the life of my church family.
My new associate pastor caught me in the parking lot as I was leaving church one Sunday, with a beautiful vision of a radical message and a strong push for our upcoming Compassion Sunday. He even felt a holy “oughtness” from the Lord to offer a child packet from the pulpit and wait for a sponsor to take it from the stage.
It was bold. It was gutsy. It was what I had been praying for.
My tears embarrassed me. I didn’t want my friends to think I was trying to guilt them into sponsoring. I didn’t want to detract from our purpose in showing the exciting work Compassion is doing. But God used my tears.
As I pulled myself together, I realized I wasn’t the only one in the church crying.