Last night we began a new Financial Peace University class. It was exciting, but a little nerve-racking, as I didn't know most of the people in the class. There were few warm faces of familiarity, and I was constantly wondering what people were thinking. The highlight of the evening was when I told a lady that she had been sponsored by one of our church family members, and I thought she was going to cry. I am hoping and praying that this course will send her in the right direction and lead her out of financial misery.
Next week everyone will be a little more familiar, and by the end we'll all be friends, I'm sure. It's stuff like this that makes me wonder if I'm cut out for this kind of ministry, for it's one thing to be tough with your friends, but another to be tough with strangers.
And oddly, all I want to do is go back to that church downtown. I dream about them now.