I must confess, the beauty of all those people with their arms wrapped around each other, so tight in this little circle, took my breath away. See, this isn't just a team of volunteers coming to serve. This is a family. They disagree. They pick on each other. They joke. They laugh. They cry. They pull each other up. They give a pat on the back. They support. They inspire. At the end of the day, they know someone has their back...they're in this together.
Their response? To pray.
And when they pray, they're not praying together because it's "part of serving" or the "right, churchy" thing to do when you're all gathered up together. This was no formal circle with strangers holding hands, reciting some inauthentic words that sounded good for the moment.
They are praying because it's part of their life, a part of their on-going relationship with Christ...they are praying and believing that God will provide more than they could ever ask or dream...trusting Him to do more than they are capable of...counting on Him to bind them together to reflect His love and grace to a lost and dying world...expecting to be a part of something amazing...grateful to be in it together...as a family.
