Where the Lilli Grows…: my name is M.F., what’s yours?
Where the Lilli Grows…: my name is M.F., what’s yours?
Sunday, March 23, 2008
my name is M.F., what’s yours?
* lesson 1: Never pray for patience
* lesson 2: Never pray for an Easter egg drop
You know what is funny? For the last two months I have prayed daily for God to send people to the Revolution egg hunt so we could spark something in them to want to get to know more about this “Jesus thing”. I prayed that He would send a couple of thousand people so I could brag around town about what we had accomplished. But you know what I forgot? We serve a BIG God and when you ask for Him to bless something… well, let’s just say Boling Park literally runneth over this past Saturday.
The day started innocently enough as I was blowing up balloons at 5:30am Saturday, daydreaming about possibly serving 4000 people that morning. 4000 & I would have had a bonkers of a time. But you know what I forgot? God having His way with our cute, organized little egg hunt. And kids, did He ever. God truly did His thing. 4000 people did come. And they each brought a friend. And their friend invited their baby mama’s cousin’s sister’s uncle’s twice removed brothers and their kids. I knew we were busting at the seams when I went from greeting people at the registration area to being inadvertently pushed into the road, then the grass, then the parking lot & before I knew it, I was practically greeting people from my car 2 blocks away because the masses kept coming & the lines grew longer. Canton P.D. reports an estimated 12,000 people came into the egg hunt – but slow down Sally – that was all we could hold. We had the population of a small Caribbean island (5000) still waiting in their cars on the road trying to get in. Do the math: we only expected 3 to 4000 people. What we received was a strong slap of the Heavenly pimp hand.