It's Faithful Friday - my favorite time of the week! Today I'm sharing a post about the path that leads to the good life. Please take the time to read it and leave a comment about your path. I heart comments and testimonies! :) I grew up attending a little country church with my family, neighbors, friends and most importantly at the time, my cousin, Dixie. I still remember foundational truths about the Bible that I learned at VBS and Sunday School. I even remember the day Dixie fell into the outside baptismal pool (it was no longer being used) during Sunday School and my mom had to fish her out.
But today I want to share my very first Alli (and Dixie) event. I just now realized that I was always an event planner! I just didn't know it.
So, once upon a time, at a revival long, long ago, my cousin and I accepted Jesus as our personal Savior. And, just in case it didn't take the first time, each and every time we had revival and heard a preacher talk about hell like he had just got back, we ran to the altar for a redo.
At the tender age of 12, Dixie and I decided to flaunt our independence by making a very grown-up decision to "join the church" by "walking the aisle" and "receiving the right hand of fellowship." Let the planning begin! We decided the atmosphere had to be just right. It had to be a Sunday morning (more people attending church). We had to have the right song; Just As I Am was just way too common for our church-joining debut! It had to be a different musical selection. Our planning included where we would sit, what we would wear, how we would step out into the aisle and walk down together. We had it all figured out.
And then it happened. The song leader (yes, that is what they were called back then) selected our song for the "invitational" (the song that called people to the altar to be saved, rededicated, etc.).
With sweaty palms and pounding hearts, we cast a sideways glance at each other, nodded our heads in solidarity and stepped out into that seemingly never-ending center aisle of the church.
Side by side, with ramrod straight backs, heads held high, hints of a smile and a couple of small tears making their way out of the corner of our eyes and lightly splashing onto our pink blushed cheeks (No, we didn't have on makeup. It was a natural blush), we glided down the aisle.
But then it happened! I heard a slight noise behind us. What was it? Was it my imagination? But no, I heard it again! It was the soft sound of footsteps. Was it an angel? Had our decision to join the church brought angels on the scene?
Uh, no! I'm sure angels were on the scene. But when we finally arrived to stand in front of our pastor, I noticed that it was no angel! My younger sister, Melinda, had slipped quietly out of her seat and followed us down the aisle! NO!!!!! Calgon, take me away! Our weeks of planning were ruined! (Note: I love my sister dearly, but I was going through a I'm-so-grown-up phase and my sister was, in my mind, going through an I'm-an-irritating-little-sister phase.
I wanted to murder her right on the spot! Alas, I snapped back and realized I was joining the church. I couldn't murder someone on the same day I was joining the church. So, the three of us all got the "right hand of fellowship" even though our brother and cousin tried to squeeze our hands as hard as they could, hoping to make us cry!
For several years after my first event, I still made numerous trips to that altar to make sure my fire insurance was up-to-date. Then I grew up, moved to the big city of Atlanta and tucked church far back into the recesses of my mind.
Thankfully, by the wooing of the Holy Spirit and at the age of 21, I rededicated my life to the Lord (once and for all) and have been serving him ever since.
So, on this Faithful Friday, I'm thinking about my cousin, Dixie (I love ya, girl), my sister Melinda (Love ya, too, and I'm sorry I was mean to you for following your big sister down the aisle; you can follow me anywhere!), Kramer Baptist Church (the little country church I grew up in), and how God loves me unconditionally and never gave up on me, even when I seemed to give up on him!
Ephesians 2:10 - For we are God’s [own] handiwork (His workmanship), recreated in Christ Jesus, [born anew] that we may do those good works which God predestined (planned beforehand) for us [taking paths which He prepared ahead of time], that we should walk in them [living the good life which He prearranged and made ready for us to live].
About the Author: I'm Alli and I blog at www.anallievent.com. My husband and I have been in pastoral ministry for over 35 years, pioneering and serving our current church for over 20 years. I love planning over-the-top events for our ladies ministry, children's ministry, showers, etc. Because I was constantly being asked for recipes, party planning tips and decorating ideas, I woke up early one morning with the idea to start a blog. I had never even read a blog at the time. But here I am. I blog about my faith every Friday. Come visit me!