We suspended our Wednesday night activities for the summer, but Mark and Tami, two of the original core group members at Anchor, felt led to start a Wednesday night prayer time. We started last night. Pam and I joined them.

A young single mom with a difficult story I don't know yet joined us, along with her baby son. She moved up from Florida a year ago, sometime recently walked over to the Friday night youth center to see what was going on, and found community. I don't know that she's a Christian yet. One of the teen guys was there. He really wants to grow. I appreciated the chance to get more acquainted. Good guy.

Eight of us total. We talked around a table in the sanctuary for a while, then broke up to pray individually for ten minutes, and then regrouped for some corporate prayer. It was a quality time. Pam and I will be in Indy next Wednesday, but on the way home, Pam said she felt it would be important for us to be there, so we'll make sure we get back in time.

I'm no prayer warrior. I stink at prayer. As an elder I should be setting this wonderfully disciplined example, but I don't. There, I said it. I'm tired of acting more spiritual than I am (and let me tell you--I'm good at it). But last night...that was really special. Pam and I both felt it. We connected with God, but also connected in community with some other neat people.