Earlier this week more than 140 women came out on a cold, winter Monday night to gather together in the Big Room. It wasn’t a wine-tasting or a movie night or a girls-night-out or shop-at-home party. It was a Bible study. That’s it.
They came simply to study and talk about the Bible.
Some of them came desperate. “This is the last chance I’m giving it. I’ve tried to study the Bible before and it just isn’t working.”
Some of them came fearful. “Sometimes I’m afraid to even try because I often fail to follow through.”
And they came honest. “I try to read my Bible but I get distracted so easily. One minute I’m reading and the next minute I’m thinking about how I should go switch another load of laundry.”
A lot of them came with a mixed bag of emotions. Guilt. Anticipation. Hopefulness. Failure. Burden. Delight.
There’s a lot going on their lives. It intrigues me when I think about the fact that it’s a room full of 140+ stories. Every woman there has a story. A story of spiritual ups and downs and encounters with God and desert times where she wondered if God even exists at all. They each have stories of brokenness and stories of success.
For example, on this past Monday, I knew of one woman who had just received a promotion to become a partner in her firm. In that same room was another woman preparing for her D&C and grieving the baby who died before she ever got to meet him/her. Could they be in two more different places?
And, yet, they both came. We all came, crowding into the Big Room for Monday nights. To bring our stories – our lives, really – before God’s Word. To mingle them with the stories of other women and the women who have gone before us, and to submit it all to His order of things. His perspective. The Creator, Sustainer, and Rescuer. We peek into His heart and that peek makes sense of all the rest of it.
Is that not one of the most profound things you’ve ever heard? God’s story – alive in the center of 140 stories!