Strong Refuge

I am as a wonder unto many; but thou art my strong refuge. Psalm 71:7

Sunday, April 02, 2006

It's a Small, Small World

I barely stuck my head in the door of my Sunday School class this morning. In fact, I'm not sure I even got that far. I was hiding behind Lynn who thought it the polite thing to do to inform our class that we two were defecting to another class just for the day to hear a report on the church's work at Pearlington. At which point, the dear and remarkable Virginia Ann bolted out into the hall and said, "I need to talk to you." (Big grin on her face.)

I thought, "Oops. What have I done?"

As it turns out, the girl preacher that I was so taken with a few days ago that I went to the trouble of actually creating links on my sidebar just so I wouldn't forget to check in on her from time to time is the daughter-in-law of the woman I've been sitting next to in Sunday School for months.

I realize I've already used up my cliche quota for this post with the small world thing, but I'll risk pushing it to say, "The Lord works in mysterious ways."

Last week I went to the Conference on College Composition and Communications in Chicago. One of the sessions I attended was a meeting of the Christian SIG (special interest group). When asked if anyone was interested in researching Christians who blog or Christian rhetoric on blogs, I raised my hand. It was one of those "oh, HELLO" moments for me. For some reason it hadn't occurred to me yet to seek out other blogs that were talking about Christianity and spirituality and life in contemporary times...or whatever it is I'm doing here.

So I went on a fishing expedition, not really for research purposes yet. I was just looking for Christian bloggers who would personally appeal to me. And there you have it. My first find in my first search was the girl preacher who just happens to have personal connections to the church that has helped me find my way to my own Strong Refuge.

The Lord works in mysterious ways.

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

I just opened the book, read the blurb about the author and then on the second page, excerpts from reviews; "Gilead is a book that derserves to be read slowly . . . ." Oh, my. I take it back. I won't read fast. Others wanting to borrow it will just have to wait.

Jeanne

9:54 AM, April 04, 2006  

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