HELLO 
She sits there. Fifth pew on the right. Arms folded because although she doesn’t acknowledge it, she doesn't feel safe. She wants this barrier from the estranged family she has been damaged by so many times before. She would have sat in the back pew, but it has been taken over by families with small children. So, she sits there.

You watch her. You caught a glimpse of her when you turned around from the highly prized second pew, also on the right. You would not be enjoying this elite spot, but Elder Smith moved to Ohio, and now the seat is yours. You are aware the time is coming to say hello to the church family. Will you go to her? Her hair is odd. It is too short, too colorful and styled in a wild manner which makes one question if she had planned to be at church today.

He waits. Today is so important. He sends angels to be near her. He knows her every fear and she mustn’t run. Just a few short moments, seven and a half to be precise, His children will stand. He needs just one of them to reach out to her. To grab her. The pain was so hard and the healing has taken so long. But today. Today she is here. Four minutes to go. The Holy Spirit moves in to soften the hearts of the ones chosen to be the bearers of His love with skin on. One-minute left. Now. The time is now. Heaven is waiting and the sheep is found. She just needs to be led back to the fold.

You stand and turn. She still sits. Her arms are still folded. Her eyes are focused on a red pencil which was left on the floor. The tugging at your heart is from the One who brought you in 23 years ago, but the Pharisees have told you to determine when someone doesn’t fit in and now you aren't sure you should waste the time which could be spent getting in line to greet the pastor.


This is the moment. Today. For both of you. It’s time to let go of anything but His voice. How about it? All it takes is hello.

He saith unto him the third time, Simon, son of Jonas, lovest thou me? Peter was grieved because he said unto him the third time, Lovest thou me? And he said unto him, Lord, thou knowest all things; thou knowest that I love thee. Jesus saith unto him, Feed my sheep.
John 21:17


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