Last night during gospel I was sitting in the midst of a horde of children (for real. There were anywhere from 27-30 out--we never could get an accurate count) and they were dutifully taking notes (you remember something, you get a cookie or two--they have great incentive to take notes for the sake of remembering!) and Mr. Speaker mentioned that "the judgement of God is real." He didn't say much about it, honestly, but the kids like sound bites that are easy to write down, so I noticed several kids dutifully writing down that "the judgement of God is real."
I literally almost never get choked up about things (for instance, weddings. Never have I ever cried at one of those) but looking at the few kids sitting next to me, putting pen to paper and writing, "the judgement of God is real," make me emotional. Because while I am confident that some of those children are truly the Lord's, I am equally confident that some of them are not. For whatever reason, some keep putting it off. And I think my heart broke a little bit last night, just thinking of the solemnity of it all. Because even if they don't understand the severity of it, the truth of it remains, "the judgement of God is real."
This is why we spend and be spent for the Lord's work. Because last night 27-30 children got to sit under the sound of the Word and they know, for sure, because they've heard, time and time again, about the love of God. And they know, for sure, because they've heard it time and time again, that accepting the love of God is the best possible way to avoid the judgement of God.
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Sunday, September 29, 2013
Worth it
Some days my responsibilities leave me tired. I remember earlier this year when a friend was helping me do Sunday School stuff she remarked, "How do you do it? These kids wear me out!"
I feel you.
Some Sundays I just feel spent. It is ridiculous, of course, because it's only a couple of hours a couple of times a weekend, but the constant chaos has a way of wearing you down. Like a rock in a creek. No matter how innocuous the creek seems, eventually that rock is going to be worn down whether or not it wants to be.
Like tonight, driving the kids home from gospel. Definitely had to pull over and do the, "Whomsoever does not sit down and stop fighting won't come or get cookies ever again." It works for a few blocks, anyhow.
But.
But.
Let me tell you a story that starts a while ago. A story that begins on a different thread, but leads back to the subject at hand.
Earlier this summer I started a book called Get Lost. I started it and realized that it was going to be good, good enough, in fact, for me to *gasp* buy an actual copy for myself, instead of just using the library version I had. (I don't prefer to use money for... anything. I avoid purchasing things unless it's ABSOLUTELY NEEDED. So to think that I should buy something is a Big Deal in my life.) So I bought myself a copy and... then put the book on hold for a while. But earlier this month I picked it up and devoured the book (in the literary fashion, not the rumble in my tummy fashion). It's rather good. Note to self: if I have daughters, I'm pretty much getting them copies. (Unfortunately, the tagline is about finding true love. The author did that to be clever, because she urges you to find true love in Christ, but it's awkwardly misleading when discussing it with others, because I'm not on a quest to find true love, but I would like to read more about deepening my relationship with the Lord.)
Anyhow, it was so good that I bought a copy for a friend who I thought might appreciate it. Three days after I gave it to her she came up to me and told me she'd purchased seven copies, to give to her friends. (Then of course I was all like, "Ugh, must I?" but the Lord urged me to buy even more copies, and now five additional friends are gifted with copies.)
A few days later, the same friend came to me and said there was a line in the book that had gotten her to thinking. The line was something like, "Allow the Lord to use you wherever you are, whether it be in raising children for the Lord alongside your husband, or as a single woman on Wall Street." The author, I'm sure, meant, you know, the stock market version of Wall Street. But... in my neck of the woods a lot of our Sunday School work originated on a street called Wall Street. So, after reading this line, my friend came to me and said she wanted to be more involved in the Sunday School effort.
"Oh, hey, perfect timing. I'm having some girls over for supper this week, can you come?" She made time, and she came.
Insert the night of the dinner. I was stressed. I'd forgotten to make cookies (a tragedy worse than DEATH to these kids) and more girls came than expected (which is to be expected, but sometimes I foolishly forget such things), and I was sort of running around like a headless chicken, helping girls make pizzas, keeping them from breaking the trampoline, that sort of thing.
The evening progressed, and I was much occupied with keeping things moving smoothly. I talked to everyone, tried to get personal conversations in, but... with a dozen or so (more? I already don't remember) girls running around, it was rough.
My friend, however, felt the Lord urge her to talk to one of the girls specifically. To just sit down and get to know her a little better. To see if she was enjoying the evening and see if she had any questions about the Bible reading we'd had.
"Yeah," the girl wondered, when prodded, "what does it mean exactly to be born again?"
An hour later, I was inside watching the least sensical play EVER, as staged by the girls (I have several versions recorded on my phone, but have no idea how to upload them to Blogger--any advice?) and my friend and the girl wandered in. My friend rejoicing with the angels; the girl freshly saved.
My friend told me she might not have come but for reading that line in the book. I wouldn't have thought to invite her except that she brought it up first. And I honestly don't think I would have made time to talk to that one girl myself. All these little things work together, and now we rejoice (me with actual tears, because I ALWAYS cry when our kids get saved, haha) because of the reminders of God's abiding faithfulness.
So when I get worn down (interesting note--when I first heard that song I was particularly tired and worn--I begin to see a pattern in my life--and I'm pretty sure I cried. I seem to cry a lot in these featured stories, sigh) I just have to remember that it's worth it.
Not for my own life, but for their lives, and for His eternal glory.
I feel you.
Some Sundays I just feel spent. It is ridiculous, of course, because it's only a couple of hours a couple of times a weekend, but the constant chaos has a way of wearing you down. Like a rock in a creek. No matter how innocuous the creek seems, eventually that rock is going to be worn down whether or not it wants to be.
Like tonight, driving the kids home from gospel. Definitely had to pull over and do the, "Whomsoever does not sit down and stop fighting won't come or get cookies ever again." It works for a few blocks, anyhow.
But.
But.
Let me tell you a story that starts a while ago. A story that begins on a different thread, but leads back to the subject at hand.
Earlier this summer I started a book called Get Lost. I started it and realized that it was going to be good, good enough, in fact, for me to *gasp* buy an actual copy for myself, instead of just using the library version I had. (I don't prefer to use money for... anything. I avoid purchasing things unless it's ABSOLUTELY NEEDED. So to think that I should buy something is a Big Deal in my life.) So I bought myself a copy and... then put the book on hold for a while. But earlier this month I picked it up and devoured the book (in the literary fashion, not the rumble in my tummy fashion). It's rather good. Note to self: if I have daughters, I'm pretty much getting them copies. (Unfortunately, the tagline is about finding true love. The author did that to be clever, because she urges you to find true love in Christ, but it's awkwardly misleading when discussing it with others, because I'm not on a quest to find true love, but I would like to read more about deepening my relationship with the Lord.)
Anyhow, it was so good that I bought a copy for a friend who I thought might appreciate it. Three days after I gave it to her she came up to me and told me she'd purchased seven copies, to give to her friends. (Then of course I was all like, "Ugh, must I?" but the Lord urged me to buy even more copies, and now five additional friends are gifted with copies.)
A few days later, the same friend came to me and said there was a line in the book that had gotten her to thinking. The line was something like, "Allow the Lord to use you wherever you are, whether it be in raising children for the Lord alongside your husband, or as a single woman on Wall Street." The author, I'm sure, meant, you know, the stock market version of Wall Street. But... in my neck of the woods a lot of our Sunday School work originated on a street called Wall Street. So, after reading this line, my friend came to me and said she wanted to be more involved in the Sunday School effort.
"Oh, hey, perfect timing. I'm having some girls over for supper this week, can you come?" She made time, and she came.
Insert the night of the dinner. I was stressed. I'd forgotten to make cookies (a tragedy worse than DEATH to these kids) and more girls came than expected (which is to be expected, but sometimes I foolishly forget such things), and I was sort of running around like a headless chicken, helping girls make pizzas, keeping them from breaking the trampoline, that sort of thing.
The evening progressed, and I was much occupied with keeping things moving smoothly. I talked to everyone, tried to get personal conversations in, but... with a dozen or so (more? I already don't remember) girls running around, it was rough.
My friend, however, felt the Lord urge her to talk to one of the girls specifically. To just sit down and get to know her a little better. To see if she was enjoying the evening and see if she had any questions about the Bible reading we'd had.
"Yeah," the girl wondered, when prodded, "what does it mean exactly to be born again?"
An hour later, I was inside watching the least sensical play EVER, as staged by the girls (I have several versions recorded on my phone, but have no idea how to upload them to Blogger--any advice?) and my friend and the girl wandered in. My friend rejoicing with the angels; the girl freshly saved.
My friend told me she might not have come but for reading that line in the book. I wouldn't have thought to invite her except that she brought it up first. And I honestly don't think I would have made time to talk to that one girl myself. All these little things work together, and now we rejoice (me with actual tears, because I ALWAYS cry when our kids get saved, haha) because of the reminders of God's abiding faithfulness.
So when I get worn down (interesting note--when I first heard that song I was particularly tired and worn--I begin to see a pattern in my life--and I'm pretty sure I cried. I seem to cry a lot in these featured stories, sigh) I just have to remember that it's worth it.
Not for my own life, but for their lives, and for His eternal glory.
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Many blessings
Have I ever mentioned how much I love my Sunday School class? Well, I do. They're the best. And, since Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday, and my Sunday School class is my favorite class, it's no surprise that I have a great story about the two of them together.
Sunday morning, we learned about Thanks. One of the kids had supplied dum-dums enough to supply every single person in the upstairs, all-inclusive part with a treat, and so we all chorused a "Thank you" to him (well, his family, really, as they sent it along with him). This was perfect, as I was going to talk about thanks anyhow.
We spent some time talking about Christ's work on the cross and how that is the best thing to be thankful for. I had new kids, so we spent time making sure everyone knew how to get saved, and then I gave them all pieces of paper and writing instruments (I'm about five, so we all had crayons and markers and such) and told them to write or draw some things they were thankful for. After a few minutes (I was still writing furiously, myself), I said that if they were done, we would each read a few things from our lists. Oh, no, they declared, they weren't done! They kept writing, and writing, and many pages were filled up.
All good things must come to an end, so I finally had them wrap it up, and we all took turns reading a couple of the things we were thankful for. Interestingly enough, three of us (yes, yes, I wrote this, too) wrote that we were thankful for cheese. I like cheese enough to be thankful for it, but I was pretty impressed with the rest of them writing it. We all had fun explaining why we were thankful for certain people, I had the chance to be weirded out by several of their girls being thankful for themselves, I giggled when they were thankful for things like malls and lip gloss, and smiled when they were thankful for the Bible, and Sunday School, and family.
By the time we were done, none of us wanted to leave (partly because there was still some of the pumpkin log I'd made them for snack, but that's besides the point), and I made them promise to say thank you to at least three people later on in the day. Not sure if it'll work, but I think if people can get through their heads the attitude of thankfulness, that their whole attitude of life will change for the better.
All in all, a good Sunday School class. Those girls are the best.
Sunday morning, we learned about Thanks. One of the kids had supplied dum-dums enough to supply every single person in the upstairs, all-inclusive part with a treat, and so we all chorused a "Thank you" to him (well, his family, really, as they sent it along with him). This was perfect, as I was going to talk about thanks anyhow.
We spent some time talking about Christ's work on the cross and how that is the best thing to be thankful for. I had new kids, so we spent time making sure everyone knew how to get saved, and then I gave them all pieces of paper and writing instruments (I'm about five, so we all had crayons and markers and such) and told them to write or draw some things they were thankful for. After a few minutes (I was still writing furiously, myself), I said that if they were done, we would each read a few things from our lists. Oh, no, they declared, they weren't done! They kept writing, and writing, and many pages were filled up.
All good things must come to an end, so I finally had them wrap it up, and we all took turns reading a couple of the things we were thankful for. Interestingly enough, three of us (yes, yes, I wrote this, too) wrote that we were thankful for cheese. I like cheese enough to be thankful for it, but I was pretty impressed with the rest of them writing it. We all had fun explaining why we were thankful for certain people, I had the chance to be weirded out by several of their girls being thankful for themselves, I giggled when they were thankful for things like malls and lip gloss, and smiled when they were thankful for the Bible, and Sunday School, and family.
By the time we were done, none of us wanted to leave (partly because there was still some of the pumpkin log I'd made them for snack, but that's besides the point), and I made them promise to say thank you to at least three people later on in the day. Not sure if it'll work, but I think if people can get through their heads the attitude of thankfulness, that their whole attitude of life will change for the better.
All in all, a good Sunday School class. Those girls are the best.
Friday, October 15, 2010
Oxen
One verse that is recited as if a mantra about our house is Proverbs 14:4, the verse that goes, "Where no oxen are, the crib is clean." We don't just quote this because we used to have kids over to our house for Bible study who thought it was somehow appropriate to call our house "God's Crib" because, you know, I guess our house was the hip version of God's house. Not sure why...
Anyhow, we use this verse to stay encouraged when our Sunday School events go a little crazy. Police had to come? This means the crib is used, people, this is fine. Kids are fighting? That means the kids are there, at Sunday School, so that's good. Sure, everything feels like a mess, but it means there's potential, there's an effort, and there's an outreach. Sometimes it's hard to appreciate the chaos, but fact is, chaos means that things are happening! As crazy as things get sometimes, we still prefer the crazy times to the times when nobody even shows up to Sunday School. That happens, by the way. Sometimes each class will only have one or two kids, and all the Sunday School teachers feel quite bereft of our usual Sunday Adventures.
That's mostly in the summer, for some reason. Kids come more during the school year.
And Hobby Class, for instance, where last week I picked up 14 kids, and this week only two. Last week there was more chaos (and more police cars), but I think I liked it better. But numbers aren't what matter, the outcome is what matters: that a child might come to know the Lord Jesus Christ as their own personal Saviour. That's what matters.
So anyhow, if something has you discouraged because the situation seems out of control, just remember the verse we love so well in our household and bear in mind that it's only a mess because you're making the effort. If all else fails, refer to your home as a "crib." All the cool kids do.
Anyhow, we use this verse to stay encouraged when our Sunday School events go a little crazy. Police had to come? This means the crib is used, people, this is fine. Kids are fighting? That means the kids are there, at Sunday School, so that's good. Sure, everything feels like a mess, but it means there's potential, there's an effort, and there's an outreach. Sometimes it's hard to appreciate the chaos, but fact is, chaos means that things are happening! As crazy as things get sometimes, we still prefer the crazy times to the times when nobody even shows up to Sunday School. That happens, by the way. Sometimes each class will only have one or two kids, and all the Sunday School teachers feel quite bereft of our usual Sunday Adventures.
That's mostly in the summer, for some reason. Kids come more during the school year.
And Hobby Class, for instance, where last week I picked up 14 kids, and this week only two. Last week there was more chaos (and more police cars), but I think I liked it better. But numbers aren't what matter, the outcome is what matters: that a child might come to know the Lord Jesus Christ as their own personal Saviour. That's what matters.
So anyhow, if something has you discouraged because the situation seems out of control, just remember the verse we love so well in our household and bear in mind that it's only a mess because you're making the effort. If all else fails, refer to your home as a "crib." All the cool kids do.
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Saved (from stupidity, by grace)
This isn't about salvation-type saved, just regular I'm-not-dead saved, just so we're clear, though I'm very thankful to be Saved-saved.
The other day I was at the store buying bouncy balls, and walking across the parking lot with my purchases I was nearly hit by a car. Thankfully, a quick-thinking friend honked and made me look, which, in turn, caused me to jump, which, in turn, stopped me from being run over. It made me thankful to be alive, and without full-body bruises.
It's not so much like I think I would have really died that day (though I would have liked to see the bouncy balls bounce all over the parking lot), but it made me consider how many times I've been spared from something terrible. I can think of multiple times, off the top of my head, where I've come close to death. But even more, what about the times when I was close to death and didn't know it? What about the times when the Lord put a wall of protection around me and held off the danger, and I carried obliviously on?
Those are the times that make me bow my head and thank the Lord. I'm spared from so much, and most of it goes unnoticed as I spend my time wondering about visible problems. How blind I feel, but how thankful!
The other day I was at the store buying bouncy balls, and walking across the parking lot with my purchases I was nearly hit by a car. Thankfully, a quick-thinking friend honked and made me look, which, in turn, caused me to jump, which, in turn, stopped me from being run over. It made me thankful to be alive, and without full-body bruises.
It's not so much like I think I would have really died that day (though I would have liked to see the bouncy balls bounce all over the parking lot), but it made me consider how many times I've been spared from something terrible. I can think of multiple times, off the top of my head, where I've come close to death. But even more, what about the times when I was close to death and didn't know it? What about the times when the Lord put a wall of protection around me and held off the danger, and I carried obliviously on?
Those are the times that make me bow my head and thank the Lord. I'm spared from so much, and most of it goes unnoticed as I spend my time wondering about visible problems. How blind I feel, but how thankful!
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Purchased
On the topic of parables, here's a good one. The story of the guy who found the pearl of great price, went and sold all that he had, and bought the field--what did he sell? And from whom did he buy?
I guess I should have capitalized all of that, because the "he" in the story represents Christ. Actually, are we supposed to capitalize pronouns that don't actually entirely refer to the Lord? I'm not sure.
Moving on.
We all talk about how we were purchased with the blood of Christ, bought with a price, etc. And that's good, that's from the Bible (1 Corinthians 6:20, for example), but from whom were we purchased? Was the transaction with the Father? Were we purchased by the Son from the Father? Because I certainly don't think that Jesus was transacting with Satan or anything like that. So we were purchased, saved from the clutches of sin, but from whom?
And in the parable, the merchant sold all that he had, and purchased the field with the pearl in it. What did Jesus have to give up in coming to Earth to save us? He didn't give up His Deity, nor did He give up His place at the right hand of God. I guess it's one of those things that I won't know until Glory.
And once again, if we were smart enough to understand God, well, that just wouldn't make sense, would it? =)
I guess I should have capitalized all of that, because the "he" in the story represents Christ. Actually, are we supposed to capitalize pronouns that don't actually entirely refer to the Lord? I'm not sure.
Moving on.
We all talk about how we were purchased with the blood of Christ, bought with a price, etc. And that's good, that's from the Bible (1 Corinthians 6:20, for example), but from whom were we purchased? Was the transaction with the Father? Were we purchased by the Son from the Father? Because I certainly don't think that Jesus was transacting with Satan or anything like that. So we were purchased, saved from the clutches of sin, but from whom?
And in the parable, the merchant sold all that he had, and purchased the field with the pearl in it. What did Jesus have to give up in coming to Earth to save us? He didn't give up His Deity, nor did He give up His place at the right hand of God. I guess it's one of those things that I won't know until Glory.
And once again, if we were smart enough to understand God, well, that just wouldn't make sense, would it? =)
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
100
I was already planning on writing about the number 100 this morning before I logged on and realized that this is my hundredth post. Nice.
I was thinking about the parable of the hundred sheep. We all understand that the one lost sheep is you or I, or anyone in need of a Saviour, who was sought out/is being sought out by the Lord. We all know about how the angels in Heaven rejoice over that one sinner that repents.
But... what about the 99? Who are they? Do they represent the pharisees from the Bible, or regular-type people who aren't saved (yet)?
And I know it's "just" a parable. As my dad consistently has to remind me, shadows and pictures in the Bible are just that--shadows. Pictures. Not entirely matching up to the reality of the situation. There's no way to have a perfect picture of Christ, because Christ is perfect. Nothing else compares. So that leaves us with fragments of the story, which is fine, because if we could understand the whole story, then God wouldn't be... God.
But I still don't understand who those 99 are. So if you have an inkling of who they represent, please let me know.
I was thinking about the parable of the hundred sheep. We all understand that the one lost sheep is you or I, or anyone in need of a Saviour, who was sought out/is being sought out by the Lord. We all know about how the angels in Heaven rejoice over that one sinner that repents.
But... what about the 99? Who are they? Do they represent the pharisees from the Bible, or regular-type people who aren't saved (yet)?
And I know it's "just" a parable. As my dad consistently has to remind me, shadows and pictures in the Bible are just that--shadows. Pictures. Not entirely matching up to the reality of the situation. There's no way to have a perfect picture of Christ, because Christ is perfect. Nothing else compares. So that leaves us with fragments of the story, which is fine, because if we could understand the whole story, then God wouldn't be... God.
But I still don't understand who those 99 are. So if you have an inkling of who they represent, please let me know.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
The same grace
I remember the first time I ever heard a mournful Christian say something to the effect of, "Boy, I sure do wish I'd been a drunkard or something." Instead of appalling me, like maybe it should have, I thought, "Boy, I sort of wish the same thing." Not that I want to be a drunkard, because I certainly do not, but because sometimes when other people have these awesome conversion stories, it makes those of us saved-while-innocent-children people feel sort of badly that we haven't really had a chance to show forth the amazing grace of God like all the heathens around us.
But someone was talking about this the other day, and it was one of these "good point" moments I love so much. Basically, what's the difference, this person was saying, because at the end of the day, both of you are saved. I've heard that all my life, but I was just so happy to hear someone say it again, and so forcefully. The amazing grace that saved John Newton is the amazing grace that saved me--even if I never sold slaves or turned my back on God.
I don't remember getting saved, but I know I am saved, at that is enough for me.
PS, I still sort of wish I could remember getting saved. And sometimes I still wish I'd been a total heathen before that day, just so my testimony would be awesome. But I've been spared all that pain, so it's more than OK.
But someone was talking about this the other day, and it was one of these "good point" moments I love so much. Basically, what's the difference, this person was saying, because at the end of the day, both of you are saved. I've heard that all my life, but I was just so happy to hear someone say it again, and so forcefully. The amazing grace that saved John Newton is the amazing grace that saved me--even if I never sold slaves or turned my back on God.
I don't remember getting saved, but I know I am saved, at that is enough for me.
PS, I still sort of wish I could remember getting saved. And sometimes I still wish I'd been a total heathen before that day, just so my testimony would be awesome. But I've been spared all that pain, so it's more than OK.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Lose my soul
I was watching the music video for TobyMac's song, Lose My Soul, the other day. And, while I like the song, I think it's only fair to share that I didn't really understand the music video. Yes, yes, I got the part about the guy NOT killing himself (deciding he didn't want to lose his soul, I can only assume), but everything else? No clue.
For instance, I was sorry that the lady had to sell her wedding band, but was that showing that she was losing her soul? gaining the world? I couldn't figure it out. And the guys who stole the computer? What was that? Gaining the world? Because it didn't really fit in with the story. For a second I thought maybe the pawn shop guy was the one who was gaining the world/losing his soul. But I think he was a good guy. He admired the wedding band, and seemed to pay a good price, plus he smiled when the guy returned the gun without killing himself. That was... nice.
This is why I sometimes thing I should stick with hymns. They, at least make sense. Modern music, or whatever we call it, rarely does. For instance, I really like the new TobyMac song City On Our Knees, but I don't really understand it. Why are the sinners and saints meeting, and what are they doing? and if those sinners are truly sinners, then I'm sorry, but they're not coming to the city with One King without some serious Salvation. But I agreed with his general point of starting now and here. I mean, I agree, providing he's talking about evangelizing or something. Like I said, I'm really not sure what he's getting at in that song.
But I think it's about evangelism, since he talks about third-world missions and stepping across the line. I've been thinking a lot recently about how little I evangelize, and it's been driving me crazy, my lack of evangelism-motivation.
So, here's hoping that when Toby is singing "we are one choice from together," what's he's saying is that if I get you saved, we'll be together forever. And then we can be family. That's cool with me, my friend. Getting saved is about the most glorious display we can find on earth. So maybe Toby knows what he's singing about, after all.
For instance, I was sorry that the lady had to sell her wedding band, but was that showing that she was losing her soul? gaining the world? I couldn't figure it out. And the guys who stole the computer? What was that? Gaining the world? Because it didn't really fit in with the story. For a second I thought maybe the pawn shop guy was the one who was gaining the world/losing his soul. But I think he was a good guy. He admired the wedding band, and seemed to pay a good price, plus he smiled when the guy returned the gun without killing himself. That was... nice.
This is why I sometimes thing I should stick with hymns. They, at least make sense. Modern music, or whatever we call it, rarely does. For instance, I really like the new TobyMac song City On Our Knees, but I don't really understand it. Why are the sinners and saints meeting, and what are they doing? and if those sinners are truly sinners, then I'm sorry, but they're not coming to the city with One King without some serious Salvation. But I agreed with his general point of starting now and here. I mean, I agree, providing he's talking about evangelizing or something. Like I said, I'm really not sure what he's getting at in that song.
But I think it's about evangelism, since he talks about third-world missions and stepping across the line. I've been thinking a lot recently about how little I evangelize, and it's been driving me crazy, my lack of evangelism-motivation.
So, here's hoping that when Toby is singing "we are one choice from together," what's he's saying is that if I get you saved, we'll be together forever. And then we can be family. That's cool with me, my friend. Getting saved is about the most glorious display we can find on earth. So maybe Toby knows what he's singing about, after all.
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