I had just finished my sermon this morning at church when all hell broke loose. First, Tom, one of our elderly members who has been playing the prophet Isaiah reading the texts with his rich baritone, dislocated his hip at the beginning of worship. He basically remained on the floor not moving until someone noticed. Other than the hip, he was okay. Someone called 911 and he was taken to the hospital as service concluded.
Then a woman walked in. Her name was Letty and she said that she and her three kids were homeless though she was staying with friends in the interim. She needed some help with food and gas for the car. What's interesting is that she didn't ask for direct cash. So, Tammy our Associate went with another church member to a nearby grocery store to get the food she needed, I went to the gas station and got a gift card for gas, and some other people just stayed with her and kept her company. It was interesting, because I had just preached a sermon about having faith and using what you have and letting God do the rest. I didn't know how soon the sermon would be put to the test.