This evening I went to my cell group. It started at 7:30, and I got off work at 6:30, so I didn’t have time to go home first. Fortunately, I didn’t have to go far out of my way to get there – it was just down the road a ways from my church.
I got turned around a little bit with the directions, and wound up in front of Marietta’s Police Precinct building. It was a huge brick building, with three flags flying overhead and a large parking lot. I thought, “This is a good place to get directions! Police officers are all about helping the public.” I made sure I didn’t have any weapons on me and ran up to the door, which was locked (it being after nightfall and all). I used the call box next to the door, and asked the receptionist for directions. “Where are you?” she asked. “I’m right outside the door.” “Which building?” It turns out that all the call boxes from their police stations, the precinct, and everything else go to her telephone. But she gave me good directions, and eventually I found the place.
There were a lot of visitors to the cell group tonight. They told me they normally have only about half-a-dozen people show up, but tonight, there were three times that many. Most of them I’ll probably never see again, so I’ll have to wait until next time to get a real “feel” for the group.
Most of the people there were my age. They ranged from a couple of Juniors in college to a number of people who’d been out of college for two or three years, so I felt, age-wise, like I fitted right in.
One of the guys there is a Brazilian, so I mentioned to him that I’d taken a few months of Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu in Kansas City. “Oh, yeah, we have several good teachers here in Atlanta. You like doing it?” So I talked with him for a bit.
One girl said she recognized me. I said I wasn’t sure where she’d seen me, and she said, “Kansas City?” I was floored. I mean, there are a lot of people in Kansas City. Even at Mike Bickle’s International House of Prayer, which is where she would have seen me, there are a lot of people. Anyway, most of the people here have heard of the International House of Prayer, and a few have visited there.
After some socializing, we had some worship and a share-and-pray time. They had some homemade sugar cookies, which always earn bonus points in my book. In all, it was a good night. It was nice to get out and be around some Christians my age again.
Next week, they’re having a group meeting with their sister-cell groups and the elders in the church who shepherd them. They’ll be meeting at the church, so next week will be an atypical meeting, too. It should be fun, though – I’ll get to meet lots more people my age, and that’s really what I want most.
I got turned around a little bit with the directions, and wound up in front of Marietta’s Police Precinct building. It was a huge brick building, with three flags flying overhead and a large parking lot. I thought, “This is a good place to get directions! Police officers are all about helping the public.” I made sure I didn’t have any weapons on me and ran up to the door, which was locked (it being after nightfall and all). I used the call box next to the door, and asked the receptionist for directions. “Where are you?” she asked. “I’m right outside the door.” “Which building?” It turns out that all the call boxes from their police stations, the precinct, and everything else go to her telephone. But she gave me good directions, and eventually I found the place.
There were a lot of visitors to the cell group tonight. They told me they normally have only about half-a-dozen people show up, but tonight, there were three times that many. Most of them I’ll probably never see again, so I’ll have to wait until next time to get a real “feel” for the group.
Most of the people there were my age. They ranged from a couple of Juniors in college to a number of people who’d been out of college for two or three years, so I felt, age-wise, like I fitted right in.
One of the guys there is a Brazilian, so I mentioned to him that I’d taken a few months of Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu in Kansas City. “Oh, yeah, we have several good teachers here in Atlanta. You like doing it?” So I talked with him for a bit.
One girl said she recognized me. I said I wasn’t sure where she’d seen me, and she said, “Kansas City?” I was floored. I mean, there are a lot of people in Kansas City. Even at Mike Bickle’s International House of Prayer, which is where she would have seen me, there are a lot of people. Anyway, most of the people here have heard of the International House of Prayer, and a few have visited there.
After some socializing, we had some worship and a share-and-pray time. They had some homemade sugar cookies, which always earn bonus points in my book. In all, it was a good night. It was nice to get out and be around some Christians my age again.
Next week, they’re having a group meeting with their sister-cell groups and the elders in the church who shepherd them. They’ll be meeting at the church, so next week will be an atypical meeting, too. It should be fun, though – I’ll get to meet lots more people my age, and that’s really what I want most.
posted by Mark at 1/15/2004 10:21:00 PM
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