"You're going there right now?" she said.
"Yes! You should come... do you want to come?" I asked.
"Oh, I have to write a paper for tomorrow. Shoot. Is it every Monday? What about next week?" she asked.
"Yes, it will be next week. Man! I can't believe I haven't asked you before!" I said.
And that was it. I made it to Bible study, unfashionably late, and looked at the scribbles on over-sized post-it notes. "Creation, Fall, Redemption, Our Response" it said.
The tears came - outside tears this time. I had just shared with my 6th grade girls on Friday that the most selfish thing we can do with the Gospel is to keep it to ourselves.
And what a fool I've been! These aren't just words in Romans and John and 1 Peter. These words - these scribbles - are LIFE. God have mercy on me when I make life about less than the Gospel! A whole semester and only now the invitation is an outward, open gesture.
Lots of outward tears this time. Weeping for those without life.