Let's take a breather here, and get a peek at where we want to go, in reforming our churches, their leaders, and those of us in the pews that love our Lord so much and want a better future for our local church family. I'm more of a teacher with pictures; or better yet, parables. A parable was used by our Lord often, because you could see what He was teaching, and even put yourself inside the parable. The ultimate then, is to put the lesson inside your heart, spirit, and character. We've got time for just the first chapter of the shaky missionary. Remember now, put yourself in the pew behind Granny.
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Chap 1
“Hi Bobby. Can you fix this?” The Sunday School opening wouldn't be starting for another 20 minutes. Granny Fron had been sitting back in her favorite pew spot where the warm sun's rays soothed her aching shoulders. With hand tremors, she held out her little cell phone toward the 12 yr old boy who had been delivered by the church bus moments before. Granny's level 9 mission had started.
The boy looked up from his busy task with flying thumbs, almost ready to conquer level 4 of his favorite computer game. His eyes met Granny's eyes filled with 73 years of livin' and lovin' her Lord. Now, the truth be known, there wasn't anything wrong with her cell phone. She was on a mission, reaching out to this young wandering heart. Her heart was drawn out of her pew to Bobby, with more force than a Star Trek tractor beam.
Granny's eyes couldn't move fast enough to see all that Bobby did to get the new name added to her phone's address book. Miss Granny casually took a seat next to Bobby. The 'fixed' phone was handed back to jittering wrinkled hands with a tender thank you and a comforting smile God only gives for grandma use.
“Bobby, I figure you're a pretty smart fella, as fast as you fixed my phone, and the way you whiz through your game levels. Will ya tell me a little about your game?” The boy took the next few minutes telling Granny Fron about his game progress and how proud he was to have almost reached level 4. Even while he was talking, the back of his mind was asking why this white-haired lady was showing any interest in a bus-kid, like himself. Bobby was sure this was all leading up to him being told to shove his game box into his back pack and act like he knew he was in church – certainly the last place for playing games.

Granny asked the 12 yr old several more questions, that made Bobby feel like he was a teacher and Granny was the student. The boy had explained you win the game when you reach level 8. Granny rubbed her chin in a slow thoughtful way, wondering how to ask the question. “Young man, what if I told you, your game actually has a level 9?” “No, Granny. See the levels only go to 8, there isn't any 9.” Bobby was surprised to see his white-haired friend pick up a book laying on the seat cushion next to her. Her shaky hands turned to a certain page and held it out to the young lad to see the words.
“Look here, son. This page tells you about your level 9.” He read the sentence that was being pointed to. “Nay, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him that loved us.” (Romans 8:37).
“I'll tell you what, Mr. Teacher...”(she said, with that God-given granny smile), “if you'll tell me 'we are more than conquerors through him that loved us.' the next time we see each other, I'll tell you about that level 9. But for now, repeat the last four words of the sentence.” Bobby obeyed, “him that loved us.”
Granny's finger pointed toward the large cross hanging in the front of the church, as she tenderly introduced the boy to the One that loves him greater than any level of man's ability.
It's so simple and exciting to see how silver-hair, students, and computers all connect in love, at the foot of the old rugged cross. = =


We'll visit Granny Fron and Mr. Teacher (that's Bobby) again soon and see the surprises unfold) 
so stay tuned... and share with a friend. 
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