Today I taught a message I’ve been actively working on for 15 months. The best part of the service was when a grandmother came up to me.

She had waited patiently until after I was done answering some questions after service. I can only describe her as glowing.

She expressed how the Lord used me, and just went on and on, complementing my delivery and how proud she was to see a young man deliver the truth of God. More so, she was just so impressed and taken captive by the Truth in God’s Word.

While receiving compliments is a very weird thing for me (I struggle with what I’m supposed to say other than thank you), I couldn’t get past this picture of the young and old, gathering together, admiring the beauty and rightness of God and His Word.

That’s a beautiful picture of church. People from all walks, backgrounds, and ages, not bickering about our stylistic preferences, but giving God our undivided attention.